babyboyaulin: August 2007

Back in the buzz

I'm a city kid. I have concrete running through my veins. My identity is to be me amongst hundreds of thousands. Millions. So after several months in the outskirts of the world, I felt brought back into my true element when mom and I went to visit Petra in Copenhagen. Grandma came as well and we spent a full day roaming the streets.

No, I don't think it's a coincidence that we passed by all those jewelry shops.

It's been a lovely summer for swimming!

Not everybody would agree with me when I say that this summer has been perfect for water games! But it really has! The temperature has almost constantly been on the right side of 15 degrees Celsius, and I've taken every opportunity to try out the local waters, wherever I've been. Now, I must say, those opportunities have been a bit rare. Mom and dad are real chickens when it comes to swimming. At least in Sweden. At least this summer.

Like on this picture: notice how I'm all wet but mom's not?

And here: notice how dad's all dressed and I'm not?

And here: notice how I get to play on my own?

And here: how when we're playing together, it takes place ON the dock?

And here: how Grandma's dipping me but not herself?

But even if it gets a bit lonely to be the only one brave, as long as I get to swim, I'm happy!

(And to be fair: Grandma and Grandpa in Helsingborg swim every morning. Even when I find it a bit chilly.)

Alive and wired, but a bit off-line

I imagine you must be wondering, where did he go, babyboyaulin? Did the Christianing somehow destroy his electronic identity?

The answers: 1. I've been a little here and a little there;
Around on Luckerstad, to make sure the harvesting was on track, to practice subtle product placement,

to hang out with Great Grandma Lilly,

and to just relax by Vättern;

Down to Skåne, to attend the opening of Grandma and Grandpa's art exhibit (here a photo from outside Grandma's studio)

(I actually do appreciate good art, but who can stand staying at the same place for a full afternoon?

and Catha and Björn's crawfish/eel/goodbye party (on the picture you see Petter Tiger, with whom mom and dad studied with back in the olden days),

to visit Alexander Famm and his parents,

and to try out morning swimming at Järnvägsmännens in Helsingborg and get a bank account;

And up to Öland, to awaiten the carpenters that were going to come help us build our new kitchen (but who, as it seems, will not come, at least not in the near future) and to hang out with Alfred and Gustav Ewald-Hedén, who came to visit with their parents. (Photos will hopefully appear here soon!) I've also been checking out the world on my own with my blue wooden walker. Yesterday, I had a stroll of at least 150 meters and today my morning walk was interrupted by an unfortunate trip which resulted in a lot of blood from my mouth, but no impact on my seven teeth.

And 2: my electronic identity HAS been adversely impacted, but less by the Christianing than by the increased speed at which I discover the world. I (and my ghost writer) don't have as much time to sit down by the computor any more. Too many things to see, touch and taste. Definitely too many things to taste!

But I will not diappear completely!

Getting wet again

How better follow up on a christening than by taking a swim in the lake that we overlooked from the ceremony? Petra and I, and Gustav, Grandma, Grandpa and dad (and not mom, who chickened out) did that. Loved it!

I'm officially me now

On Saturday, large parts of my extended family were gathered to watch me dress like a non-crawler, get my head wet and my name in the book of God.

It all went very well. The priest, Lennart, who's a distant relative of mine, held the ceremony outside Grandma's house, by the big stone.

My God parents, Pelle and Cilla, carried out their duties (fetching the candle and pouring the water) with grace. And I surprised everyone by quickly getting my hand into the babtismal font to splash some water back on the priest.

Mom, on the other hand, didn't surprise anyone by singing me a love song, since she did that to dad as well on their wedding. And Gustav played like a God, which was expected.