Winter cold
Where has all the time gone to? I cannot find any time to blog at all!
Yesterday evening, Noah walked for the first time from Pjasbacken down to the tube station, and we imagined him to be fairly pleased with himself that he got to walk that stretch alas. We had to insist that he put on his gloves that he managed to shake off his hands again and again. It was wise we did so, as the icy snow was crusty under our soles and shoes we noted, which means we are hitting minus 5 or more. He had good grip on the soles of his shoes and that is good. Still he fell forward a couple of times.
His solid diet this week is very bad. Even boiled chicken he rejected. We managed to get quite some meatballs gobbling into him. An authentic Swede?!
The day are heavier now, piling up with even more tasks and chores to strive after, not to mentioned the seemingly endless rounds of illnesses that are taking a toll on our little family. This morning Noah had diarrhea twice, and now that the sunlight strolls in, I realised the bedsheet has been stained where he slept. It might be so that he was pooping in the night already as I detected some stench of poop while sleeping, but my sense of smell is hindered by my blocked nose.
If you have not yet guessed it, it is time for laundry! Wash all that snot and shit away. Hopefully we sleep better tonight with our blocked and runny noses. One can always hope.
Yesterday evening, Noah walked for the first time from Pjasbacken down to the tube station, and we imagined him to be fairly pleased with himself that he got to walk that stretch alas. We had to insist that he put on his gloves that he managed to shake off his hands again and again. It was wise we did so, as the icy snow was crusty under our soles and shoes we noted, which means we are hitting minus 5 or more. He had good grip on the soles of his shoes and that is good. Still he fell forward a couple of times.
His solid diet this week is very bad. Even boiled chicken he rejected. We managed to get quite some meatballs gobbling into him. An authentic Swede?!
The day are heavier now, piling up with even more tasks and chores to strive after, not to mentioned the seemingly endless rounds of illnesses that are taking a toll on our little family. This morning Noah had diarrhea twice, and now that the sunlight strolls in, I realised the bedsheet has been stained where he slept. It might be so that he was pooping in the night already as I detected some stench of poop while sleeping, but my sense of smell is hindered by my blocked nose.
If you have not yet guessed it, it is time for laundry! Wash all that snot and shit away. Hopefully we sleep better tonight with our blocked and runny noses. One can always hope.
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