Happy Valentine's Day!

The in schooling at "dagis" is complete and there have been no tears. Only one of the first days when the teachers asked Noah to put away the toys for lunch! From mummy there have been no tears either, just an overall weird feeling that something is missing and the realisation that shopping without kids and a pram is a breeze :-D.

This weekend was a quiet one, yet still lots of fun. Friday night we had dinner with an old friend of mine and her partner along with another couple we never met before. It's great to get out and about and get to know new people, it feels as if the circle of acquaintances is growing! It was a lovely dinner and we could tell that we have been out of the scene for a while because we both woke up with headache the morning after :-).

Saturday day was spent lazying about at home as well as some cleaning, which really only takes a blink of an eye since this place is small! I love a spacious home but you gotta admit, it's hassle when it comes to the cleaning!

Saturday night Annelie and Tony came over for dinner. The good old slow cooker came in handy, being hungover and all, and we enjoyed a beef and mushroom stew with mash. What better meal a snowy winter day?

Sunday...sick again! Not hungover this time but I managed to catch the latest bug that Noah brought home from daycare. What is it with kids' bugs, they just seemed to knock you out?! So I've been in bed all day whilst Noah and Shawn have enjoyed the usual tram ride - I'm glad we invested in tickets with unlimited rides :-).

Even though being sick, I have enjoyed my so far most memorable Valentine's experience;

When Noah and Shawn came back home after their tram ride, they buzzed on the door. I didn't get why they couldn't open the door themselves since they had the key but I dragged myself out of bed and opened the door. By the bottom of the stair stood Noah, with the biggest and proudest smile on his face. He looked at me and started to walk up the stair with one hand on the railing. In the other hand he held a bouquet of tulips! He looked at me with sparkly eyes, smiled and said "Mamma, färger!". (Färger means colours and sometimes this is what he calls flowers - he is quite accurate I must say.)

Noah had bought the flowers with pappa in the shop and had insisted to carry them all the way home himself. He had also practiced to say "var så god" meaning "here you go" when passing over the flowers. But in all excitement when reaching the top of the stair and giving me a hug, instead he said "tack" = thank you. And he also decided to keep the flowers for himself :-).