When your child gives you flowers, you get happy about it. You just do. Igge’s given me flowers before – he usually picks the petals off a flower in somebody’s flower bed and gives the cadaver to me. Preferably in this situation, the owner of the flower bed comes out the door, just to catch […]
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SO many choices during one day. Did I make the right ones, or the wrong ones?
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Apperantly the terrible two’s can kick in at 18 months. And all he can say are the names of vehicles. Really doesn’t help.
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Going by train with a child should be the easiest way of travelling, right? Think again.
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Gothenburg gave us a lot of fish, cars and adventures!
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The first day in Gothenburg was hot and hectic due to unorganised parents.
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Igge has reached the terrible two’s. But wait… He’s not even one and a half…?
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City of birches, here we come! Pre-Husband, I moved around a lot. Not like mooooved, I moved over weekends. All to try the weirdest bars, blackest night clubs and most hazy venues I could hear of. Then I met Shaun Vegaun and we rather went abroad together, either to discover (to us), new corners of […]
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Swedish summer is amazing. That’s all.
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Who’s the Apple of my eye? Or what?
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