What's the big deal?

Mum and Grandmother in a phone conversation:

Grandmother: I don't know if I should buy a present for Noam now, for when they are coming up North this weekend, or if i should wait until the baptism.

Mum: But didn't Sandra tell you that they are not planning on baptizing Noam?

Grandmother: Yes, she did... But I really want her to be baptized.

So obviously my grandmother thinks that if she just wants it bad enough, it will happen. Could be true considering I felt really guilty when my mum told me the rest of the conversation:

Mum: But would Granddad and You really go to Stockholm just for a baptism?

Grandmother: Of course! We do not have much to look forward to these days you know...

So now I'm considering alternatives to a baptism, like a sort of "welcome-to-the-world-and-this-is-your-name-party". Just not sure if that will satisfy my Grandmother. Or the rest of the family.

My Grandmother is not the only one being disappointed about Noam not being baptized. Conversation with Dad on the fact that Noam is not being baptized:

Dad: Why do you always have to do things differently?

Me: But why do you care, you're the biggest atheist that I know.

Dad: Exactly, and I still had both you and your sister baptized, didn't I?

I don't get it. What's the big deal? But feel free to leave comments on how I'm supposed to ease my feeling of guilt for not letting my grandmother have something to look forward to without letting a priest dipping my daughters head in water.

Noam the giant

Went to the first so called "mothers group" yesterday. We were 10 mothers with babies. The babies were between 6 and 10 weeks old.

Noam was definitely the fattest. Had to ask the peaditricain if a baby can get TOO fat. She calmed me down by saying that babies can't get too fat on breast milk and that it's good that Noam is putting on a lot of weight.

Still I'm not totally convinced, considering she now fits in a dress that my father bought in Thailand and that is supposed to be the size for a 6-9 months old baby. Ok, I realize that Thai people are a bit smaller than us giants in Sweden. And I also realize that the size of the dress is a bit wrong, because it must be too small even for a 6-9 months old from Thailand. But still...

The horror of plastic and packaging

Watched a horrible thing on BBC World News the other day. It was about all the huge amounts of rubbish that end up in our oceans, and later on a beach somewhere.

And it doesn't just end up there. It ends up in the stomach of albatross chicks, as albatrosses confuses plastic, like cigarette lighters e.g. with squid and feeds their chicks with it. Which of course end up killing the chicks.

It's sad what we are doing to this earth and to other species.

I've also been thinking about plastic and rubbish in my own home. I of course do not throw it in the oceans, but it still freaks me out when I look at the amounts of trash that my family produces every day.

And the fact that I have to deal with the recycling every week, as it only takes a week for us to collect loads of plastic packaging, paper, bottles e.g. is scary.

They even package the organic bananas in my store. And even if the product is organic and I recycle the packaging, it sure does add to the carbon footprint.

Need to, at least, talk to my local supermarket and ask them why the need to package organic fruits and vegetable. It makes no sense.

My daughter on speed?

The other day I felt a bit naughty. So I had both coffee and a big piece of a very sweet cake.

I don't drink much coffee. And I don't eat much cake. Which is why I'm thinking that maybe it's not the best for my daughters stomach, as it's not the best for mine, as I'm not that used to it.

But, as I said, a few days ago, I had both.

I felt a bit sick afterwards. Should have had a smaller piece. But at least Noam's stomach seemed to be dealing with it without problems.

The rest of her seemed a bit affected though. The kid stayed awake all day! And then the next day again! She barely slept at all, just nodded off a few times.

So either the coffee and sugar actually did give her some sort of rush, or she has a dealer that provides her with some heavy stuff.

Or she just found her Mum so exiting that she wanted to spend as much time with her as possible.

Probably, and hopefully, the last one is most close to the truth. And I don't blame her. I found myself pretty exiting too.

Had to let go

The day before yesterday I had to say goodbye to two of my dearest friends.

I realized that we had grown apart, that we just didn't fit together anymore.

They are just as wonderful as they've always been. I am the one that has changed.

We've been through a lot together. We used to be really close.

But since I got pregnant it just hasn't been the same. It's like we don't fit together anymore.

And when I was told, a few days ago, that I will never be exactly the same as before my pregnancy, I knew that I had to let go.

The exact words I was told were:

"Your hips will never be the same again. Your ass has grown and from now on you will need trousers one size bigger than before getting pregnant".

Well there was no room for one size extra in my two dearest pairs of jeans, so that's why I had to let go.

They left with my sister. I'm sure my sister will take good care of them. But what worries me is that she will never be able to love them the way I loved them.

Why are men more amazing than women doing the same task?

Last week a friend of my husband and her mother visited us. The friend said to me that she had, before arriving to our place, told her Mum about how lucky I am to have a husband like mine.

"Yes, I'm lucky", I said, but had to ask, "Why exactly?", and also couldn't keep myself from thinking, "Isn't he also lucky to have a wife like me?".

"Because he cooks and bakes for you", the friend responded, "Most men don't do that".

She meant well, I think, but the more I think about it, the more annoyed I get. No one says to a man that he is so lucky to have his wife as she cooks for him.

Again: Why are men considered being so amazing if they cook, or clean, or take a lot of interest in their children, while all these things are seen as normal and therefor expected by women.

Note: I do appreciate the fact that my husband cook lovely meals for me ever day. It's not about that. But a question worth thinking about is; does he remember to appreciate the fact that I clean, do laundry, wash up, make the bed...

Lars and the real girl

Watched a great film yesterday called "Lars and the real girl". It was both funny (laughed loud quite a few times) and beautiful. It's about a delusional guy, called Lars, that orders a so called fuck doll online. When it arrives he introduces the doll, as his girlfriend, to his family and the whole town, believing that the doll is actually a real woman. And out of care and concern for Lars the whole town goes along with his delusion.