I think every pregnant woman suspects at one time or another that she’s carrying an octopus, or an acrobat troupe, or, at the very least, twins. Some days it seems that it’s simply not possible that it’s just one baby doing all the flipping and flopping and kicking and jabbing that goes on in there.… Read More Powerful tiny fists

Our cat, Åsa, was hit by a car and killed last night. We got her, and her sister Pia–who died the same way in almost exactly the same place three-and-a-half years ago–two weeks after Lydia and I moved to Sweden. I have a little empty feeling now that they’re both gone. Counting Ola, we’ve now… Read More Bad Tidings

Today Tage’s been playing an Interactive Storybook game on the Nintendo DS. He came to me a few minutes ago to show me the story he was working on, warning me that it was “a little scary.” “Here,” he said, “listen,” and I leaned in close as the narrator told of a son’s plans to… Read More The Good Son

For the past four years–minus the last trimester of my pregnancy with Petra and a few months post-partum–I’ve been taking the anti-depressant Zoloft for depression and anxiety issues.  I can’t overstate the difference it’s made in my life (and in the lives of my family), but the time has come in this pregnancy for me… Read More Drug-free

It’s been snowing lightly all day, and we’ve got a pretty good cover out on the lawn now. In preparation for what’s surely to come, we drove to town earlier in the day and bought Tage a new pair of good quality snowboots (and I have to admit that I’m more amused by the brand… Read More Winter tidbits

Camera! I want the camera! I want to see pictures! Let me have it! Pleeeeeaaaaase?

*The resident two-year-old’s pronunciation of the name “Asbjørn.”

I suppose we can say that winter is here now, since we woke this morning to the first snow of the season and Olof put the studded tires on the car this afternoon.   I’m never going to be a true fan of winter, but honestly, I can take it a whole lot better when it… Read More Change of seasons