Fresh air adventure

It takes a few days to get used to the outdoorsy life. All that non-polluted air and green grass, all those car-free roads and free horizons... definitely tiring for someone who's new to it. But once all the senses have gotten used to the new impressions, I must say it's really quite really nice.

Today, I've played in the garden where the cherry and apple trees have just started blossoming. Grandma's lawn is full of little daisies. They taste a bit grassy. (I know I wasn't supposed to know that, but as they were so pretty, I couldn't help myself. I just had to taste one. Or two.)Mom and I were out for a walk in the brisk spring wind. A bit tricky on a rough surface like that. I'm used to perfectly flat marble floors. (But to be fair, I'm not used to walking at all, so maybe that's why I felt a bit unstable.)

Picturesque self-pittying

I've been teething today. In other words, not so at ease with the world. But even if I haven't been able to nap and haven't been able to work up a good apetite and definitely haven't been in the mood for jokes and laughter, I couldn't help but being smittened by the beauty at Grandma's place, Luckerstad. So much, even, that I forgot to whimp and closed my eyes for a few minutes when we were out for a walk this afternoon.
The little village that you see in the background is Örberga, where mom and dad got married and where we go to visit Grandpa in the cemetary. Grandma's dog, Ellie, is cute, but apparently afraid of me, so we haven't made friends yet.

The Pianist

C'est moi! And Grandma.

Great Grandma's goodies

This is my great Grandma, Lilly, and I.

Great Grandma has loads of pretty things.

Nice necklace:

Pretty dress:

Looovely glasses:

MY lovely glasses:

Family day (and night) care

At Grandma and Grandpa's house, there was a young-relatives-reunion. Members:

Oscar, 2,5, mom's cousin

Signe, 2,5, my cousin
Ebba, 1,5, mom's cousin
Adam, 0,5+, myself
Max, 0,5, mom's cousin
A lot less stressful than one might think (says mom, I haven't asked Grandma and Grandpa, though).

Sweden - where the sun shines (too)

It's easy to think that we left the sun behind in Manila. This is, however, by no means the case. And as Swedish houses are not built to keep the sun out, I've actually been more exposed to more sun light in the past couple of days than I'm used to from the tropics. Good way to get into the new time zone.We did leave the heat behind, though! Just look at me and Grandad! It's May and I'm wearing a hat!

Are we there yet? Yes, we are!

The picture may indicate that I've been less than happy with the time difference between the Philippines and Sweden this time around as well. But that's not true at all! I've dealt with my jet lag with grace, and some cozy afternoon sleeping with dad in the sofa is by no means a proof of the contrary!

From English speaking country to English speaking blog

Temporary language change in the blog as a courtesy to my English speaking readers.

On Tuesday we set off for Sweden. The 24 hour trip (door to door) can be carried out in a variety of manners. This time we chose the Beijing-Copenhagen-Helsingborg route. At the airport in Beijing, some soldiers from the terracotta army in Xian were exposed. Apparently mom got to ride on one of those warrior horses at the Louisiana art museum in Denmark, when she was about my age. Grandma and Grandad were highly annoyed when they were chased off by a museum guard, and thought the museum to be extremely child unfriendly.

I didn't get to ride in Beijing. At the Beijing-Copenhagen flight I made friends with a Danish girl, Viole. (Pronounced something like Vijauleh in Danish.) She was about a month older than me and we had lots of fun. No, really! The flight really wasn't too bad, despite being an hour late.

Och de sjöng bara för oss!

För en vecka sedan träffade vi Rosie och Margrethe och deras föräldrar för en hejdå-brunch. Vi var på det där flådiga ballongstället igen. Men det här gången fick ballongmannen konkurrens. För gissa hur schysst vi tyckte det var med trubadurer som spelade bara för oss och bara låtar vi gillade!

Cruising to Copenhagen

Som en liten säkerhetsåtgärd, så att jag helt säkert skall komma igenom tullen på tisdag, har min på-riktigt-danska kompis Philip och hans mamma Charlotte gett mig en heldansk uniform bestående av Katvig och IdaT och hela kittet. Extra autentiskt blir det eftersom kläderna tidigare använts av Philip!

Inga tandtroll här inte

Jag är en tandborste tandborste, här kommer jag

Och jag gör tänderna rena

Jag sjunger när jag borstar och jag borstar var dag

För jag gör tänderna rena

A-a-a-a A-a-a-a A-a-a-a

Bäbisbästis

Rosie är som sagt my girl.Men det innebär inte att vi håller sams jämt och ständigt.

Könsroller

Igår var det första maj, så då var papporna med på playgroup för en gångs skull. Men ser ni något mönster (om ni antar att pappa är undantaget som bekräftar regeln)?

Flott skall det vara!

På vägen hem från strandhuset stannade vi till på Antonio's. Det är ett ställe som (burgna) finsmakare från Manilla gärna besöker trots att det ligger på ett par timmars köravstånd. För oss var det första gången och jag blev inte besviken. De hade en damm full med karpfiskar (sådana där jättestora guldfiskar som kommer fram och gapar med munnen ovanför vattenytan när man tittar på dem) och jag fick mat med silversked. (Mamma åt havsabborre och pappa lamm och de blev tydligen inte heller besvikna.)

Badbebisar

I helgen följde vi med Rosie och hennes föräldrar till engelska ambassadens strandhus.

Själva stranden kanske inte var så mycket att orda om. Men poolen! Helt perfekt!!!

Vattnet var härligt! Alldeles lagom djupt och dessutom mer och mer kroppstempererat ju längre dagen gick. (Nej, vet ni vad! Skyll inte på oss bebbar! Vi kanske drog vårt strå till stacken, men det här är faktiskt sommar i tropikerna, då ÄR det varmt!)

Bollpro

Nummer 1 Agerhem på bollen. Han fintar skickligt undan alla motståndare.

Ja, som ni ser börjar pappas träning ge resultat.