Saturday, November 5, 2016

perpetually summer

We saw a monarch butterfly yesterday. Apparently that means we are one week away from the first frost. Nevermind the fact that I saw a monarch three weeks ago…

We also bought some Sam Adams winter lager. Come on, Winter, we are ready for you!

I think this is the first year of my life that I have not needed a winter coat by October. It is definitely the first year when I am still wearing tank tops and sandals.

I am writing this in installments. Taking a couple minutes where I can get them. If you were thinking it sounded scattered, you were right.

For Halloween Chester dressed as...
Not a kitty (mamma's original choice)...
Not an ewok (papa's original choice)...


I wasn't even sure if the effort to get or make a costume was worth it. I guess I'm not a big holiday celebrator. Plus it is way too warm here to wear either a kitty or ewok costume. Luckily for Chester we managed to think of a costume that was easy to do at the last minute, not too warm for Georgia, and, most importantly, awesome.

Everyone thought he was totally adorable. Approximately one person in the whole town knew what he was dressed as.

So that is what is going on here. I still don't cook or clean. Greg still works most hours of the day (including hours he ought to be sleeping). Our only goal for each day is to spend some time playing outside, which we usually accomplish. It keeps us from getting too overwhelmed at a time when life is just that.

Here is a photo compilation of some of Chester's antics lately.


The End. Good day my friends.

Sunday, August 7, 2016


And now we live in Georgia!

I wish I could say everything is just peachy. Plenty of positive things are happening, but they are riddled with negatives that cloud them out a bit. Maybe one day I'll be the kind of person who can focus on the positive and let the negative slide.

If you were a company, and you decided to cancel someone's order or appointment, would you inform them of that cancellation? I highly recommend that you would. We've now had three instances of Not being informed, and it is highly disappointing to figure it out yourself after the fact. 

Also, crickets keep coming in our apartment. Like, we killed ten in one day alone. 

But Chester is a charmer, and he makes friends everywhere we go. I like watching him in mayor mode. It is fun to see who he is quick to give smiles to, and who he is slow to give smiles to, and who he won't smile at at all. He also met a dog for the first time and didn't really seem interested or bothered.

He did so great on our long day of travel. The first flight, which was 9 hours, was kind of a beautiful breeze. When we arrived in Newark it was bedtime, and he was eating/sleeping in the Ergo the whole way through security and on a trolly ride that we were so generously offered. 

That was an ultimate positive, actually. I don't know how we got so lucky, but we managed to avoid a Very long walk. 

Another positive -- you don't need to take out computers or liquids or anything to go through security at Newark. Finally, we are getting a bit sensible about airport security. 

So perhaps the peachiness is coming, but it is just taking off slowly.

Friday, July 1, 2016

Sweden is begging me to stay

Or so I'd like to think(:


Evidence #1:
We moved into this furnished apartment in November. It also had a few plants. I diligently watered the orchid once a week, even though it was just green leaves. Recently it started to grow a new stalk that I assumed would be for flowers to grow on. Then buds started forming. And today the first bud is starting to open.

I had always thought orchids were very difficult plants to maintain, but this one is rewarding me big time. It is also reminding me that there is more to come if only I were to stay in Sweden.

Evidence #2:
I randomly met another mom the other day. Chester and I were sitting in the grass in a park, and he was watching another boy running around throwing a ball with his mom. There was also a little brother in a stroller. Eventually the little boy came running over to us and started throwing the ball to us, and then the mom actually talked to me (this is totally unprecedented in Sweden, where you never talk to strangers).

Totally awesome; however, this is not the time to be making new friends!

Tuesday, June 28, 2016

One month

In one month we move to Georgia. In one month, my four years spent in Sweden come to an end.

There are so many highs and lows involved in such a big life change, which makes it a bit hard to process. 

I guess I'll type some facts, which are easier to find words for.

Greg is starting a new job. Tenure-track, which is very fancy. It is also the first time we are moving somewhere with intentions of permanence. 

We've arranged for a place to live. Bought a carseat for the baby. Purchased our flights to get there. 

There will be a lot to do when we arrive. Such as changing drivers' licenses to Georgia. Registering to vote in Georgia. Purchasing a car. Purchasing phones. Figuring out what household items we have in storage and what items we need to buy. Sending Greg to fetch the items in storage. Moving costs a lot of money.

There are also a lot of trivial things. I'll need to start doing my own grocery shopping instead of getting groceries delivered. I'll also have to reprogram my brain to US food items instead of Sweden food items. Mayo in jars instead of tubes. Tomato paste in cans instead of tubes. Or maybe these things have all changed in the past four years? No American sauce. Plenty of Annie's mac'n'cheese.

And of course, when the brain gets overwhelmed I just start thinking about food. 

Friday, April 29, 2016


We are raising a very accomplished kid. Here is a quick post to photo document some of them.


Drooling. A lot and often. Preferably on his pappa's button shirts.


Thumb sucking. This started regularly on April 6th and does not seem to be a one-time deal like it had in the past.


Rotating. At 3.5 months he is not really mobil unless you count rotational motion. I'm not entirely sure how he does it, but he can achieve the amount of rotation seen above in the time it takes me to eat a bowl of oatmeal.

Friday, April 22, 2016

Regular days

I am typing this at 8 am on a weekday while Chester and Greg sleep through the alarm. Neither of them can be bothered by the beep beep beep beep.

Last night we were looking at some photos of the baby when he was super brand new and tiny. He already seems so big and old!

If you trust clothing sizes, here he is maxing out his 9 month size jammies.


And here are two more photos, exhibiting nonplussed mischievous behaviour and delightful sophistication.



Monday, April 18, 2016

Less good days

Recently Greg had to take a quick trip back to the US for four days, so Chester and I were on our own. And being on our own for the evenings and nights is a totally different ballgame than being on our own during the days. Totally. Especially since Greg changes all the nighttime diapers.

But we survived, and even thrived a bit. We managed to get outside every day. Once just a short trip to take out the trash. Once a very long walk in town with a friend and her baby. And once even in the rain. Chester is newly liking being in the ergo baby, which makes for very nice walks for us both.

And going outside was about the extent of our expectations for each day. Keeping expectations low was good, and it made it easy to feel a bit successful each day. Other than that we spent a lot of time doing Chester's favorite activities, such as eating, sleeping, playing, bouncing, singing, reading, and lots and lots of tummy time.


The baby may have watched some tv while pappa was away…


Going back a couple weeks, I'll briefly write about the one day that was the roughest so far in Chester's life. Immunization day. This consisted of two shots, one in each thigh, simultaneously. The actually shots were not so terrible. Greg held his hands, and they were almost finished by the time the pain registered and he started crying. He was quickly distracted by the nurse's keys, and probably cried for less than 30 seconds.

It was the evening that followed the shots that was the roughest of rough. He didn't end up falling asleep until midnight, and the hours leading up to it were filled with desperate attempts to make the baby happy. I foolishly read that giving babies acetaminophen/paracetamol (Fun fact: why is the same drug called by different names depending on if you are in north america or europe?) made the immunisations less effective, so I didn't get any ahead of time. He never got a fever from his shots, but he was clearly not feeling too happy and seemed to be having pain in his legs. But we all survived, and we are better off for it!


And the day after, he was so tired that he just fell asleep while playing. A sure sign of a very tired baby.