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As you can see, clearly this is a Monday Panda, disguised as a raccoon. Clearly. 


Ok, to be honest I got tired of the panda, and since I got some feedback that really, pandas are not that lovely animals, I thought I'd draw something else instead. Raccoons seem like nice enough animals - they eat pretty much everything, they're clearly quite clever, and can basically adapt to any kind of life. So if you think about it, raccoons are actually much better than pandas. Glad we got that straight. 


And I know, I'm basically only posting pictures of cuddly animals I've drawn right now. That's because work is kind of mental, and tuning it out is kind of hard. But I've noticed that when I'm drawing I don't think too much about work (at least not consciously) so it became a nice relaxation. Plus the kids make up fantastic stories about the doodlings. This guy apparently is an escaped prisoner, hiding out in the woods just out of view from the prison. He's waiting for the search party to loose interest before he heads of to a boat waiting for him. The boat will apparently take him to Denmark. Not sure what's waiting for him in Denmark, but that's how far the story came before they lost interest and returned to discussing Minecraft... Also, it's getting the kids interested in drawing on the ipad. Below is a picture Jonathan made. It's a fisherman (the actual fisherman has gone to the loo, but he's basically there, just not right now)

Birthday circus

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Milo turned five a few weeks ago, and for his birthday got a trip to the circus for the whole family. While I was less than thrilled, all of the kids where excited to go - all though Jacob expressed some concers about the clowns and whether or not they where frightening. 


We all ended up having a wonderful time. The kids from watching the show, and me from watching the kids. It really was amazing seeing how they reacted to all of it. Jonathan with shining eyes, on the edge of his seat, laughing and clapping. Milo watching, and without realising it doing the movements along with the performers. And Jacob sitting as still as a statue, nothing registering on the outside, just taking it all in. He was quite concerned about the elephants, and had that one lost its tusks, and did she not look sad. He is such an animal lover...

One of the best things, as far as the boys where  concerned, was the candy floss. Milo ended up having spun sugar all over his face, his hair - everywhere. After the show two kids where asleep, while the third declared it to have been the best night of his life. All in all - worth it. 


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Some things don't change just because we're on holiday, and Sunday equals manicure for me and Jonathan. When he was younger he used to love getting his nails painted, preferably in really glittery pinks. These days he won't often paint his own nails, but instead revels in painting mine. He's quite good, he'll soak my hands and massage cuticles and god knows what - it's brilliant!


This week we couldn't settle on any one colour, so instead he went with all of them! The result is perhaps not very diginified or classy, but very summery and a bit Pride coloured :)


So this is a holiday then?

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Week two of holidaying is almost finished. I have to admit - it took some getting used to!

Strangely, it's weird having all three kids at home. Normally, we only have about an hour in the morning, usually a very stressed hour, filled with "Can you just eat the porridge!" cries and "Whyyyy wont you get dressed?" questions. The one bit of quality time in the morning is usually the walk to nursery and school, when I can finally leave the morning rush behind, admit that we're probably going to be late (we usually are, I get dirty looks from Jonathan's teacher...) and just enjoy their company and talk about stuff that comes to (their) mind. Usually Minecraft.

Then we each go through our day, only to meet up at sixish, when I throw something together, call it dinner, and the kids question said something being anything remotely close to dinnerish. After having either won or lost the dinner discussion, all there's basically time for is watching a show on telly, throwing the kids in the shower and tucking them in. They go to sleep at half seven, so it's just ninety minutes of together time at night. As you can probably see, quite different from having them 24/7!


But we do our best, filling the days with homemade ice creams (I'm really not as wholesome as that makes me sound, but I've long since realised that any amount of processed sugar makes my kids behave like little monsters, so I mash up fruits, chuck them in the freezer and call it ice cream. The kids have yet to call me on it. ), visits to parks and playgrounds, where I get to play the super fun game of one-two-three with the kids. Not heard of it? It goes like this: One, two, oh-no-where's-the-third-one? Oh god, there he is! What's he climbing on? And then you start over again. It's surprisingly not fun.


Also, I don't really like other parents. In the park, it seems you need to be making conversation with other parents all the time. I wouldn't mind, if only it wasn't so boring! And it's not like you get to talk about interesting things, like work, travels, politics or current events either. Conversations are stricly restricted to who has injured what body part recently (children, that is), what respective families will be doing for upcoming holidays (there seems to always be one coming up!), and of course, the ever so popular weather.


I miss normal conversations with grown ups. I miss them so much I try to have them with my kids. With, actually, better results than I have with the parents in the park. 


Two weeks done, and only two more to go. Then life can return to normal again. The only thing I'll be sad to give up is the sleep ins. Lately, I've slept to eight almost every morning - heavenly!

My proudest moment

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Can't believe I haven't posted something about this, it's almost a month ago, and will go down in history as one of my proudest moments, equal only to squeezing living babies out of... let's just not go there. The jest of it - very proud mother here. 

Jonathan finished his first year at school! Well, ok, technically he did that last year, but that was that Swedsih thing with the preparation year, so it really doesn't count. Honestly, all they did that year was to learn how to write their names, and Jonathan was bored out of his wits all year. 


This year, however, he finished first grade! That counts for something, and not only for meaning I'm quite old (I'll just petend I had him when I was really, really young).


He really is an amazing child, in touch, in control (sometimes), funny, witty, smart and sweet. And I'm really not being biased. Honestly I'm not. He just happens to be the best child about to turn eight that ever walked the earth, it can't be helped.


Anyway, I was terribly proud of him, and almost managed to not mind the singing (off key), the horrible coffee and talking to parents (what is one supposed to talk about??) and everything else that managed to take place in the course of 90 mins, and now we're enjoying a wonderful wonderful time off! (I'm really just joking, we're fighting all the bloody time)


some mornings...

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... are just harder than others. Jonathan couldn't stay awake this morning, he fell asleep at the kitchen table. I can hardly stay awake myself, even though it's half four in the afternoon. But tonight our office is lending space to the vim meetup, which means I need to stay at work until late... 


Oh well, at least I know that this little man will get to crawl up in bed in a few hours, only to be woken again by me at half six in the morning tomorrow!

vip visitor

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Yesterday we had a very important visitor at Mynewsdesk - Jonathan came by, to have lunch with me, and see where I worked. He was slightly intimidated by all the people, and thought my job was very boring, sitting still all the time... But he was thoroughly impressed by our ping-pong table, and we soon realised we both suck at the game. 


The best part about coming to mum's job? Acording to this little man that was drinking tea with sugar in it! Which basically just goes to show you can never know whith kids...