Upholding pics

As you may have guessed, we're a bit off right now. The Sweden trip was less than relaxing and in terms of sleep, we haven't seen much of that good, either one of us, for the past month or so.
Having said this, there were some highlights up north worth mentioning. Like seeing Petra's apartment in Copenhagen. Or so Antonia claims, at least. She was the one to go there. (She was also the one who got to sit next to Bosse, when we went to visit him and Signe in Malmö.)And feeding the sheep at Grandma's was a favourit, of course! Those of you who followed me back in the babyboyaulin days know that I'm no newbe when it comes to lamb feeding. This time, however, the sheep were a bit weary of me. Whenever I'd apporoach them, they'd move away. Quickly. I'd grap a handfull of grass, run after them and hollor: "Wait up, lambes! Wait for me! Tome back, lambes!" (Vänta lammarna! Lammarna, vänta på mig!) But the lambs didn't seem to care about my grass and they wouldn't come back. Perhaps it was my heavy panting? I don't know. Oh, well. With grandma's assistance, ......I did get to pat one of them in the end, an old, once bottle-fed one.Grandma's 60-year-birthday-bash was fun too. And Antonia and I looked smashing in our pink RL outfits.Perhaps the very best thing on the trips was meeting Theodor and Ludwig at Öland, though. Despite what you see in the photo, Antonia was quite smittened by Ludwig, who's a month younger than her. And Theodor and I hit it off, like we have every time (ok, both times) (scroll down to the end of this post from last summer) we've met so far. More is to follow. Here are a few cliff-hangers for you:

• Me getting my hands dirty OR the blue collor reality of babyboyaulin;
• The visit of Rosie and Henry; and
• Graduation at playschool

We'll be right back. But do go away. Get some fresh air, something to drink, a few nights of sleep... "Right" is a relative term.