Scones!

On Saturday, me and George made scones to surprise daddy Matt and to enjoy together. Unfortunately, Matt had a terrible head ache, possibly a migraine attack, and he was unable to move from the bed and didn't surface until seven in the evening, bless.

Myself and little Mr G enjoyed the scones either way and saved one for daddy, which he didn't eat, so mummy Helena had to eat that one too!

New skill?

On the way home from dagis in the car:

"Mummy, today I've learnt to wipe myself in the bum after I've had a poo"

Well done darling, can't wait to see it...

Alfred's 3rd Birthday party!

Yesterday we went to celebrate Alfred's 3rd birthday! We had a great time, lots of yummy cake and biscuits. The kids were mental of course, but apart from a few tantrums and blaming games (dealt with very well by Jesper, Alfred's dad), it was all good fun!

Josefin, Alfred's mum, had built this amazing puppet theatre, and the kids (and us adults too) were treated to a very good little show indeed! It was finished off with the appearance of a candy machine which ejected sweetie bags! How brilliant!

George was a little menace when we got back, but not surprised, cause he must have been exhausted! He fell asleep upstairs whilst watching a film, too tired to even have dinner, only his milk.

A very nice Saturday. Oh, and George stripped off down to his boxers, which is something he's been doing quite a lot lately. Kids!

Horrible injections

Last week, we had to go to the hospital to have an x-ray of George's kidneys, following his urine infection last August, which went to his kidneys (somehow, not sure how it works. It's called Njurbäckeninflammation in Swedish). All very good that they do these check-ups I think, but what a trauma for a kid!

They told us they would put a numbing cream (Emlasalva) on him and then wait about one hour before injecting him with some sort of medicine which would make it easier for them to see his kidneys in the x-ray. Well, they told me it wouldn't really make any difference wether or not they put on the Emla cream... Erhh, how? But as a trusting parent, I said, ok then, let's try without it...

He screamed his head off and was absolutely terrified! It was a horrible experience! And then afterwards, they said, maybe we should try the Emla cream first instead! What donkeys! We had another go, but they tried to inject through the top of his hand, and anyone who's had an injection there, knows how much it hurts due to the skin being so thin and close to the bones...

So we went home, and had to come back this Thursday just gone! In preparation, they had given me some Emla cream to put on at home, and some very stylish bandages as you can see in the pics! It was all fine and dandy and George promised he would be a good and brave little boy.

And then we went into the nurse's room. He started yelling before he was even put on the bed... He obviously recognised the situation (and the nurses!) and got terrified! Somehow, even though George was screaming and wriggling, they managed to inject him with the medicine. Poor little sod! He was still crying loads and sniffling when we went out to Matt who waited outside. It was nice that he was there and could 'take over', cause I was also a complete wreck - seeing your child like that does that to you...

Amazingly, George was back to normal within five minutes, so that felt great! Matt went to work and me and G went to see my work mate Vanessa and her little Henning for a coffee, before returning to the hospital for the x-ray. The x-ray went fine, and next week we'll find out the result. I hope George will never have to go through such an ordeal again, even though it's for a good cause...

"Because I love you so much"

Oh, just have to tell you, when we got back from Ikea yesterday, both me and George were quite knackered. He'd fallen asleep in the car and wasn't too happy about having to walk up to the house now that I can't carry him any more.

He was lying on one sofa and I on the other, me looking at the telly, and George looking at me.

"Why are you looking at me?" I said.
"Because I love you so much" he said.

My lovely, lovely little boy.

Week 35

Somehow it feels as though my tummy's grown since last week! Good for the baby, heavier for me... But not sure. Will find out next week when I go to see the midwife.

Went to Ikea yesterday with George (home from dagis, recovering from a one-day-fever) and mum, to pick up a few bits and bobs for the baby, determined not to be as unprepared as we were when George arrived. Not that it really makes any difference, but it's more for my own sake this time. Also, don't think this one will come as early, but you never know...

Visit by Milo

On Sunday we had a lovely visit from cute little Milo, 2.5 months, and proud parents Richie and Sabina. George wanted to make sure Milo was alright so he examined him in true doctor style!