Pappa time

"My first dress"

Today Vera wore her first dress, purchased by mummy.

Cosy cosy

Time for the Jolly Jumper!!

Vera, 11 weeks old, for the first time in the Jolly Jumper.

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Mormor is now here to give us a hand with the kids and Noah is over the moon to have a her staying in his room. On Tuesday morning when he woke up, he somehow didn't see her in the guest bed next to his. He ran into our bedroom and asked "where is mormor?" - even before saying good morning to us. However, he still wants to go to daycare and I believe that it might have something to do with the fact that it's so much more fun to be dropped off and picked up by someone else than us ;-). He is very proud when his mormor comes to dagis and all his friends get to meet her.

When at home Mr. Chatterbox keeps us busy with funny stories whilst Vera wants cuddles and be around us in what ever we do. It's a big job to look after those two and me on the crouches and I think mormor sleeps well at night. So does Vera;

This sweet smile helps most aches and pains

Guardian angels

On Wednesday, I had a big scare - an accident with the pram. I was walking Noah to dagis and in a downhill slope I got a spin on the pram. During the winter when the snow is melting and freezing up again, the councils pour massive amounts of gravel onto the roads and pavements to prevent people from slipping on the ice. When the snow and ice are gone, before they have had a chance to clean it up, the roads are then full of gravel which in itself can be really slippery. So the pram spinned and flew away, did a couple of turns and ended up upside down, with Vera in it. I also fell on the gravel and in the fall threw myself after the pram trying to catch it. Amazingly Vera was not hurt - she was still in her little cocoon, not even a scratch on her! I, on the other hand managed to hurt myself pretty badly and was bleeding and I quickly realized that I was in need of stitches. Next to me was a little Noah, chocked as he had witnessed the whole accident. He was very sad and didn't know how to act. Somehow I managed to get to daycare to drop off Noah and then get myself to the the clinic. Here I got cleaned up, bandage on my hand, stitches in my knee, a tetanus injection and a prescription of antibiotics. You would think it would end happily here and that it would all heal quick and easy. But as the anesthetics and adrenaline wore off I started to get into some serious pain and by the time the sun went down, I could not walk. Today is Sunday and I'm still unable to move around, not even on crutches. Both the hand and the knee is very infected and the stitches are more in the way of the healing process than anything. Help is on the way - my parents are on their way home from southern Europe so that my mum can stay with us this upcoming week to assist with children and housework - mormor will arrive tomorrow. I thank our guardian angels that watched over Vera and that Noah is feeling better. What a week...