We’re on our way back home after 10 days in England. We’ve been staying with the in-laws. It’s been very relaxing (except for tantrums and pms) and Aiden’s enjoyed all the new environment, people and play.
Jon & I had a first night away in London on Friday. It was hard leaving, but once we were on our way it felt a lot better and probably also because of the photo updates we kept receiving.
Except the worry that Aiden would be upset that we left him (he wasn’t), the sleeping was my biggest worry and fear. He still doesn’t sleep through except the odd couple of nights since he was born. How surprised was I to hear he’d slept through the night when e were away! Woke up at 6:30.
He did the same last night, so my hope is lit that this might be the turning point. So that at least most nights are good sleeps from now on. Look forward to seeing what getting back into routines after summer and holidays will do.
London was great though! We were both worried we’d struggle to relax and enjoy and that it would be boring. But it wasn’t. We stayed in Notting hill, went for a stroll around soho and ate there. On the Saturday we walked down Portobello and High Street Kensington before heading back.
I also managed to get my hair cut and go for several runs during this holiday. Mostly to get back into a routine, I live in no illusion I’ll get awesome results with the amount of junk I’ve consumed. Is never a waste though.
Anyway, our train ride to Victoria is almost finished. Now we only have the tube to Stratford, bus to Stansted and then flight to Sweden. Uuh…
So this week has come to an end and tomorrow it’s back to work. Aiden is still awake as his sleep schedule is a bit all over the place. Due to summer maybe. And us dragging him around everywhere, where it’s waaay too exciting to sleep so his naps aren’t when they should be.
It’s been a good week and I only work two more weeks and then we’re off to the UK. So all is good. I will miss little A tomorrow as I’ve become so used to being with him 24/7.
We’re on route to Stockholm now, and I’ll attempt to blog even though there’s a risk of me being car sick when focusing on anything else than the road ahead.
Don’t know what we’ll get up to in Stockholm yet but we’ll drive to DjurgÃ¥rden and take it from there. There will be some tourist stops.
Yesterday we did some touristing in my hometown. Always a bit strange. But nice as you tend to become a bit blind to the sight seeings around you.
We finished off with a lovely lunch/dinner at a place in the harbour. So many times when reading out in NykÃ¶ping, I’ve been disappointed. But this was very nice & tasty.
The weirdest thing I’ve noticed as well done being back. Lots of places closes down for weeks during the summer. Food places that is. What a luxury in such a small town to be able to close down when is normally the busiest time, I would have thought.
At work we have sushi Fridays. This stopped long ago as the sushi place has been closed for maybe a couple of months over summer (at least). The only lunch place in our industrial area has also closed over summer. It doesn’t directly affect me as I tend to bring food with me to work, I just find it very odd. There’s a very famous, popular pizzeria in town that I know also have summer closures. And besides that, when is open – it’s never open on a Sunday?? Oddest thing ever for a pizza place.
Wonder what food we’ll have today… I’m hungry already.
One red tomato on the patio. One red stolen car (from grandparents).
All we did today was go swimming. It might be the last nice day for a while so better make the most of it.
A few weeks ago when on beach on a Sunday I was stressing about other things I also wanted to get done that day. Jon said: “ah its your schedule that’s messed up. If we’re going to the beach then that should be the only thing on your schedule, everything else you get done is a bonus”
He might have point. Why cramp in too much in a day? I’ll try and remember that.
Got this sent to me at work today and it immediately made it as a background image on my phone. It just makes my heart so happy!
I went back to work yesterday after the cold and taking care of my baby. I’m still full of snot and have a cough tickling about, especially at night. Speaking of that I really need to sleep now as I don’t know what the night will bring. It’s not just the baby waking up (more often now due to blocked nose poor thing), but also because of my own cough and these weird restless nights with nightmares. Woke up the night before last imagining I was choking on a hazelnut from the nut/seed bread I made that night. Next time I woke up to feed Aiden I thought about it and realised it could not have been a hazelnut as I didn’t even taste the bread before going to bed. Wondering if it was instead one of my 3 spiders every person is suppose to swallow in a year. Started thinking that what if I didn’t swallow it properly and it started climbing up my nose and behind my eye. Pondered googling the issue to find out if that would even be possible. But I stopped myself luckily and eventually fell asleep again.
We have a family cold. The whole works, all of us. Snotty noses, coughs, sore muscles, fever, and so on. I’m sick of it now and it’s only the second day. I get depressed walking around in PJs all day, feeling like a huge infection, infecting everything I touch…
Good things about a cold though:
– Lots of cuddles from a tired baby & him falling asleep in my arms
– Not smelling the poo diaper smells
– Did my UK tax return – since I was already bored right.
This video that Jon captured is just so cute. He so can walk but it’s all about building confidence. Having a clear goal and a plan seems to work. He seems to be extra confident around this area, but he’s also walked across the kitchen. But he definitely prefers hand holding, or holding on to a finger rather. He comes and grabs one when he wants to go explore. Sweet boy.
I just cycled to the store to get some snacks in pure desperation, just to realise the store was closed. Of course it is, is Swedish midsummer. A pagan holiday more holy than Christmas. So I threw together some roasted chickpeas. A lot healthier than any of the options I had in mind on the way to the store. But today I don’t want healthy. I want comfort. My snack-need is insane and there can only be one explanation… That time of the month.. . Would also explain all the tears for weird reasons. Would also explain all the sad feelings for huge reasons, disappointment and just ‘upsetness’ for the sake of all the children being treated badly in the world as I write this silly blog post and wait for my pms snack to be ready.