Ah, underbart. Varen ar har. 17 grader igar och varmare ska det bli idag. Gick pa en promenad med Ellen och hundarna langs River Crouch igar. Saa skont.
Ellens forkylning ar nastan forsvunnen och hon ar gladare. Nar klockorna bytte till sommartid, sa bytte tydligen hon ocksa till sommartid. Hon somnar nu 8 pa kvallen och vaknar 7. Skont med "sovmorgon" till 7, men lite jobbigare kanske att hon ar uppe langre pa kvallen...men det fixar sig. Hon har ocksa forvandlats till en liten maetlarv. Hon kravlar och rullar och fipplar. Sa snart kryper hon kanske. Vi far se!
Ska lagga upp lite soliga bilder efter idag hade jag tankt. Ska bara hanga i tradgarden idag och kanske ga pa en liten promenad Sen maste jag jobba lite ocksa. Fixar lite graphics till en buss. Trist? Tjao.
Nu ska vi ata frukost.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Things that happen
The reason why I like travelling is that you can watch people and something funny always happens. This time, on the plane back to London City Airport, I was afraid I was going to be the main attraction, for all the wrong reasons. It was a rather small plane, with very little leg room (yes even for the normal sized people, not extra tall ones like me!), the plane was full of men in suits carrying briefcases looking like they'd had a long hard important meeting and just wanted to sleep on the plane. And then there was me! With a baby...carrying a huge changing bag filled to the brim with toys, baby milk, wipes and nappies. They took one look at me and probably thought: here we bloody go, that baby is going to scream all the way to London.
Because it was a smaller plane, the flight was going to take 2 hours 40 minutes...I was dreading it to be honest. The businessman next to me (well luckily there was a seat between us) looked over the moon with me sitting there...NOT. Before take off I unpacked the babymilk and a blanket and the dummy, ready to take on the worst. He just wanted to sleep the poor man, and sat there with his eyes closed. Ellen had other plans. She leaned towards him trying to get eyecontact (luckily he had his eyes closed and didn't see us) while doing her "bird-mouth" as I call it. She does this pouting thing when there's something she wants to "taste"...oh dear oh dear. Poor man I was thinking, he's got a long noisy flight ahead of him.
But no...she didn't scream, didn't cry...just took a bit of clever entertaining and my arm was digging around in the changing bag every 10 minutes for new and exciting toys. The best toy was the sick-bag. Just a tip for you future mums! And my arms took a battering for sure, my arms felt like jelly when I got back home. But we did it.
The only other person there without a suit (or a baby) was a big black guy, who looked just like he was from Da Ghetto and looked WELL 'ARD!!! But his scary, gangster image was short-lived. When he sat down in the seat in front of me, I saw that he had forgotten his price tag on his big cap! Haha, £10 Top Shop it said!!!
He then ordered a cup of tea, in his scary big guy voice...and then spilled the whole thing down his trousers and looked like a seat-wetter for the rest of the flight.
Yo yo yo.
I went to Tesco the other day. Love going now cause Ellen can sit in the "big" baby seat in the shopping trolley. She loves it. I grabbed a trolley, and as always when you get a few metres in to the shop you realise you've taken a trolley which has a wonky wheel or one that doesn't spin. This one had a wonky wheel, that didn't spin properly with a bit of plastic wrapped round it...hmmm...don't recommend this rare trolley.
It somehow got itself charged up off the floor, and everytime I touched the metal I got a huge static shock. The first two times, ok I thought I was dragging my feet along the floor so I started walking properly actually lifting my trainers off the floor, but after the 14th time and still getting electricuted, I was ready to leave the trolley in the middle of the shop and leave. But I managed to do my shopping (thankfully not that much to get) without touching the metal. A good game for you who want to try it. Its not as easy as you might think.
Going to make myself a Latte now as I've bought myself a lovely coffeemachine. It makes pretty much anything I think, apart from bread! Frothing milk and gorgeous espresso coffee. I have frothy milk with everything now!
Then we're watching Fifi and the flowerpot .....thingys
Because it was a smaller plane, the flight was going to take 2 hours 40 minutes...I was dreading it to be honest. The businessman next to me (well luckily there was a seat between us) looked over the moon with me sitting there...NOT. Before take off I unpacked the babymilk and a blanket and the dummy, ready to take on the worst. He just wanted to sleep the poor man, and sat there with his eyes closed. Ellen had other plans. She leaned towards him trying to get eyecontact (luckily he had his eyes closed and didn't see us) while doing her "bird-mouth" as I call it. She does this pouting thing when there's something she wants to "taste"...oh dear oh dear. Poor man I was thinking, he's got a long noisy flight ahead of him.
But no...she didn't scream, didn't cry...just took a bit of clever entertaining and my arm was digging around in the changing bag every 10 minutes for new and exciting toys. The best toy was the sick-bag. Just a tip for you future mums! And my arms took a battering for sure, my arms felt like jelly when I got back home. But we did it.
The only other person there without a suit (or a baby) was a big black guy, who looked just like he was from Da Ghetto and looked WELL 'ARD!!! But his scary, gangster image was short-lived. When he sat down in the seat in front of me, I saw that he had forgotten his price tag on his big cap! Haha, £10 Top Shop it said!!!
He then ordered a cup of tea, in his scary big guy voice...and then spilled the whole thing down his trousers and looked like a seat-wetter for the rest of the flight.
Yo yo yo.
I went to Tesco the other day. Love going now cause Ellen can sit in the "big" baby seat in the shopping trolley. She loves it. I grabbed a trolley, and as always when you get a few metres in to the shop you realise you've taken a trolley which has a wonky wheel or one that doesn't spin. This one had a wonky wheel, that didn't spin properly with a bit of plastic wrapped round it...hmmm...don't recommend this rare trolley.
It somehow got itself charged up off the floor, and everytime I touched the metal I got a huge static shock. The first two times, ok I thought I was dragging my feet along the floor so I started walking properly actually lifting my trainers off the floor, but after the 14th time and still getting electricuted, I was ready to leave the trolley in the middle of the shop and leave. But I managed to do my shopping (thankfully not that much to get) without touching the metal. A good game for you who want to try it. Its not as easy as you might think.
Going to make myself a Latte now as I've bought myself a lovely coffeemachine. It makes pretty much anything I think, apart from bread! Frothing milk and gorgeous espresso coffee. I have frothy milk with everything now!
Then we're watching Fifi and the flowerpot .....thingys
Monday, March 19, 2007
En liten bild
Hola
Har kommer en sot liten bild pa Ellen, for ovanlighetens skull!
Hon ligger och sover sa sott i sin spjalsang just nu och har sitter jag, klockan ar 09.15, trott som en raka och langtar efter att fa ga och lagga mig ikvall...
Har kommer en sot liten bild pa Ellen, for ovanlighetens skull!
Hon ligger och sover sa sott i sin spjalsang just nu och har sitter jag, klockan ar 09.15, trott som en raka och langtar efter att fa ga och lagga mig ikvall...
Friday, March 16, 2007
Sverige Sverige fosterland
Hejsan hejsan
Drar en svang pa svenska, sorry all englishspeakers...
Hade en uuuuunderbar semester i Sverige hos syrran, sen mor min, och sen hos pappa.
Traffade aven mina kusiner och morbror plus fruga. Jattetrevligt. Varenda minut.
Kunde verkligen slappna av och bara njuta. Ingen disk att diska, inga golv att dammsuga osv. Ahhhh.
Forst var det Guitar Hero, Betsson Poker, Pizza, handla pa Ica, leka med lill-spratt-hunden Disney, soooova, slaaapppa, se Schlager och sjunga med i sangerna fast med fransk text. Jee vouuuuuu, le pas sans de troi.....hon som sag ut som hon kunde varit Greklands bidrag, med hang-brost...typ. Minns ni henne?
Pa sondagen akte Steve hem till England igen och jag och lilla Ellen fortsatte upp mot Skelleftea. Pa Arlanda fick vi hjalp av troligtvis varldens snallaste och hjalpsammaste person. Han checkade in oss, fixade med bagaget och allt var gjort pa under 5 minuter, istallet for att behova koa i 30 minuter. Tack va du nu hette!
Nar vi vantade i gaten bestamde sig Ellen for att halla tal! Hon stod pa mitt kna och babblade glatt pa hogsta volym. Vet inte om de halv-trotta passagerarna var sa imponerade...
Hon sov i allafall hela vagen upp till Falmark, sa det var skont. Jag passade ocksa pa att vila lite.
Minus 18 grader nar vi steg av flygplanet. Josses. Det kandes i kinderna. Men mammas bil var varm och skon, och nar vi kom hem till henne fick vi Oboy och mackor. Gooooottttt. Sen baddade vi ner lillan i hennes Care Bears paslakan och slangde oss omkull kring 1 pa morgonen.
Under veckan hann jag springa pa stan, klippa mig, kopa mockasiner till Ellen pa Barnens Hus.
Forst var det matdags hos Mamma/Mormor Inger
Sen sov vi lite i bilen!
Somnade med benet i vadret.
Katten Bilbo ville vara i centrum, mitt pa Trivial Pursuit spelplanen.
Sen Moffe och Ellen tillsammans
I pappas Nike mossa...nar vi kommit hem igen. Snygg va!
Sitter och leker lite pa golvet.
Kan sitta sa himla fint sjalv nu!
Drar en svang pa svenska, sorry all englishspeakers...
Hade en uuuuunderbar semester i Sverige hos syrran, sen mor min, och sen hos pappa.
Traffade aven mina kusiner och morbror plus fruga. Jattetrevligt. Varenda minut.
Kunde verkligen slappna av och bara njuta. Ingen disk att diska, inga golv att dammsuga osv. Ahhhh.
Forst var det Guitar Hero, Betsson Poker, Pizza, handla pa Ica, leka med lill-spratt-hunden Disney, soooova, slaaapppa, se Schlager och sjunga med i sangerna fast med fransk text. Jee vouuuuuu, le pas sans de troi.....hon som sag ut som hon kunde varit Greklands bidrag, med hang-brost...typ. Minns ni henne?
Pa sondagen akte Steve hem till England igen och jag och lilla Ellen fortsatte upp mot Skelleftea. Pa Arlanda fick vi hjalp av troligtvis varldens snallaste och hjalpsammaste person. Han checkade in oss, fixade med bagaget och allt var gjort pa under 5 minuter, istallet for att behova koa i 30 minuter. Tack va du nu hette!
Nar vi vantade i gaten bestamde sig Ellen for att halla tal! Hon stod pa mitt kna och babblade glatt pa hogsta volym. Vet inte om de halv-trotta passagerarna var sa imponerade...
Hon sov i allafall hela vagen upp till Falmark, sa det var skont. Jag passade ocksa pa att vila lite.
Minus 18 grader nar vi steg av flygplanet. Josses. Det kandes i kinderna. Men mammas bil var varm och skon, och nar vi kom hem till henne fick vi Oboy och mackor. Gooooottttt. Sen baddade vi ner lillan i hennes Care Bears paslakan och slangde oss omkull kring 1 pa morgonen.
Under veckan hann jag springa pa stan, klippa mig, kopa mockasiner till Ellen pa Barnens Hus.
Forst var det matdags hos Mamma/Mormor Inger
Sen sov vi lite i bilen!
Somnade med benet i vadret.
Katten Bilbo ville vara i centrum, mitt pa Trivial Pursuit spelplanen.
Sen Moffe och Ellen tillsammans
I pappas Nike mossa...nar vi kommit hem igen. Snygg va!
Sitter och leker lite pa golvet.
Kan sitta sa himla fint sjalv nu!
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