Bath time!

A pair of goggles make bath time more fun! And a sort of wide brimmed hat with a hole in it for the hair to stick out in the top, is brilliant for getting George to wash his hair without getting water in his eyes! I had one when I was little too!

Daddy Matt's a champion!

Right, so these pics are stolen from lovely Stella's blog, cause her mum is always so good at bringing the camera...

George and Stella cheered on their daddies from the sideline at the last game of the season. 'Good shot daddy!' shouted George. And 'Good save daddy!'. Ha ha.

End of the game meant Tudor Arms won their group! George ran across the field to congratulate his dad and was carried whilst Matt thanked all the other players. Very sweet!

A very nice Sunday afternoon indeed!

George's first Huvudfoting!

Was amazed the other day when I asked if George could draw a 'gubbe' (a stick man). He made his first Huvudfoting (headfooter... we call them that since the arms and legs come straight out of the head)!

He even made hair on the head and fingers on one of the hands...

The second one was a very tall gubbe...

Funny to is that he tries to hold the pen as an adult would, resulting in very weak pencil streaks, due to him not being able to put too much pressure on the pen. Sweetie!

"Poor us"

George is obsessed with presents. Presents for him... He wants them all the time. Yesterday, in the car, he told me he wanted a little black and white car. I said he couldn't have it. I said I want a new pair of shoes, but I can't have that either. He went silent, then said "Poor us"!

Horrible throat virus and a motorbike!

I could tell there was something fishy about George already on Monday afternoon. Matey Alfred plus mum came back to ours after dagis, and after ten minutes of intensive happy play, George decided he wanted Alfred to go home... He was whiney and miserable and sat on the sofa sulking...

Apologised for his behaviour to Josefin, Alfred's mum, and said it's probably Monday-tiredness-behaviour, or he's coming down with something, because he's normally not like that... A moment of 'back to normal' when we had coffee and delicious banana cake, but then back to sulking...

Ten minutes after Alfred and Josefin had gone, I found George fast asleep on the sofa... Nothing would wake him up. Not dinner, not his milk... So I put him straight to bed. By then he was fairly warm too, but I kept my fingers crossed.

It didn't help, he woke up Tuesday morning with a fever... Which explained his mood at least... Complained about pain in the mouth, but seemed quite ok otherwise. And then daddy Matt came home with a big surprise! A smokin' hot balancing motorbike bicycle! Waow! It hit the jackpot! George was so happy and so proud for being able to go on it! What a lovely present!

On Wednesday morning George started crying as soon as he tried to eat. I managed to look inside his mouth and saw the most nasty broken blisters at the back of his throat! Poor little thing! Got an appointment with the doctor's straight away, and he was so good when they took a blood test and swiped his throat with this long horrible cotton stick. And then the stupid doctor still couldn't tell me what was wrong, but she also pressed on his tummy and he reacted, so she sent us to Astrid Lindgren, the children's hospital, for them to check his appendix (blindtarm)!! Silly woman! The doctor at A.L looked in G's mouth and confirmed a nasty virus, but nothing else... Felt a little stupid that too...

So we just had to go back home, and continue to give him painkillers to ease the pain a little. What's good is that he didn't have a fever, only the pain in the mouth (which is bad enough, but add fever on to it and it would be worse...). Luckily his new racing motorbike distracts him! And small pancakes (plättar) with a little sugar went down well, so hopefully going in the right direction!

On Thursday, lovely mormor came and looked after him for the day. Still the red blisters in his throat, but they seemed to have calmed down slightly. Decided he could go back to dagis on the Friday, but then dagis rang and said they'd sent home four kids that day due to something going around, so if we could keep G home for one more day, it would probably prevent him catching something else... So again, super-mormor came to the rescue! Matt stayed home in the morning, and I tried to get back fairly early from work, but she still managed to play with him loads, AND help us with some washing and dusting! Super duper mormor! Thank you so much!

Now it's Saturday morning and George seems more or less back to normal. Haven't allowed me to look inside his mouth yet, but will do soon.

Oh, and just saw a 'Congratulations!' post on Amy's profile on Facebook! Does that mean Dylan's baby brother or sister has arrived...?

Lovely visits!

This weekend just gone, George got visits from his lovely friends John John and his little brother Jasper, and Olivia! And Maja came around on Sunday too!

John John and George got on like a house on fire and spent a lot of time in G's room (nice and quiet downstairs) and a lot of time whizzing around on the tractor and red car downstairs (not so quiet). 2 month's old little Jasper, who's not so little actually, was lovely and content and let us parents have coffee and yummy cookies in peace!

Later in the evening, Olivia came with daddy Andie and mummy Maria, and uncle James came on his quad bike, very cool indeed! As always, George made Olivia laugh by being silly, and we had a nice relaxed dinner (Matt had prepared an American feast of sticky baby back ribs with coleslaw and spuds, and banoffee pie for pudding! Waow!) whilst the kids were given some Saturday sweets and watched tv with big eyes... Needless to say George had munched all his sweets before Olivia had even eaten a couple...

On Sunday, we went for a deliscious lunch at Jelena and Bojan's and again, we were left in peace whilst George was busy playing in Mattei and Adrian's room! Bliss! Came home and had coffee with mum, and Lena and Maja! George and Maja made necklaces with beads. Maja made one for her daddy, George made one for himself... hahaha

Fishfingers..... ermm... prawn tempura

Last Monday, when I got home from work, George happily shouted to me that he was hiding fishfingers! Him and Matt were busy coating tiger prawns (luxurious Monday meal don't you think) in bread crumbs! George blissfully unaware that they were prawns and not fishfingers... They went down a treat, together with some sweet chilli ketchup (which was later swapped for remoulade since it got a little too spicy) and rice. Yum yum!