Visual update

Mom and dad haven't been very helpful at all with my blog updates lately. And as I'm not allowed to work on the computor on my own, the result has been a prolonged silence. My humble apologies for this.

Please find below a quick run-through of the past three weeks:

A day or two after we got to Öland (the island on the Swedish east coast where our house is), Theodor from Örnsköldsvik (where dad grew up) came to visit with his parents Kalle and Helena. Theo is a month and a half older than I am, so he had a lot of things to teach me. Such as how to have a big meal of baby food. I was all ears (and mouth), because big babies take big bites.

I had a hunch something was going to happen to the floors of our house, so I took the opportunity to crawl around as much as I could. Theo joined me, of course.Oh, how right I was in my suspicions! As soon as our visitors had left, the house was taken over by a monster mashine, which sounded like an aeroplane engine, turned the house into one big dust bin and which dad walked around with for days to end. When he had peeled off the top layer of all floors but one (where all the furniture where piled on top of each other), mom brought in the manual sander and then the laque paint. I was banned from the house for more than a week. Good thing mom's aunt Kina let me (well, us) stay in her house, across the road from ours during the fixing frenzie! Not only does that house look nice inside, it also has a lovely garden, which, to the great distress of my parets, inspires tasting flowers of a multitude of colors. Here I am amongst the red, pink, white and blue delicacies, but believe you me, there are others as well! (By the way, now all but one floors in our house look really nice, so now we've moved back. And we have flowers too in our garden. Lots of small white and yellow ones. And although dad claims they are weeds, they are both pretty and tasty!) Älsklingsmorbror Gustav (translates to favorit maternal uncle Gustav) came by for the weekend. I got to spend some precious alone-time with his when mom, dad and Kina where out playing golf. It seemed we all enjoyed that arrangement.From whom I have my long eyelashes? I'm not really sure. Not from mom at least, and not from dad, that's for sure. But I might wery well have them from dad's mom (her's are lovely) or from mom's dad (his are long and even the same color as mine). And both aunt Petra and aunt Kia have them. Whoever I have to thank, I do. Having eyelashes to bat is always an asset. Today (June 6) is the Swedish national day and where better celebrate that than in Stockholm. It's my first visit to what used to be my parents home for a long long time before I was born. I'll tell you all about the trip when we return. This much I can say already, though: it's so hot that the hat is left at home and the shorts have been brought out. Feels almost like back in the Philippines!