A crappy day

This day has sucked big time!

Took the bus to University to register. Which took forever as I missed the connection bus. And when I finally got to the University the office, where I was supposed to register, was closed.

Took the train back, as the busses seemed to have problems. Just to end up on a train that got stuck on a station for 15 minutes due to some problems.

When I finally got home I was supposed to get something from the freezer. But instead of opening the freezer door I opened the fridge door, above the freezer door, and slammed it straight in to my face.

Fed up I decided to go to an outdoor aerobics class, to release some stress. Of course it started to rain just in time for the class to start.

And on top of all this, I've now got a nasty headache!

My husband the fashion victim

I've realised that my husband is way more concerned about Noam's dressing than I thought.

The other day I dressed Noam in whatever I first could grab. Far from her nicest clothing, but comfortable and practical. I do not care much as my daughter is cute in whatever she wears.

I left home to do some things in town and an hour later I met up with Noam, my husband and a friend of ours at a café. Noam was then wearing something totally different.

"Did she crap on her clothing?" I asked my husband a bit discreet.

"No, I just wanted her to look cool" my husband replied.

And yesterday morning my husband dressed Noam in one of her few pinkish tops. Considering he hates pink I was a bit surprised, but I said nothing. Later, when we were going out, I realised what was going on:

"Maybe Noam should wear her All Stars today" my husband said.

Seems like my husband when he dressed Noam this morning planned her clothing to match her (still way too big) pink All Stars. That is heavy!

(On the picture above Noam is, of course, wearing her All Stars)

No longer for sale

Ok, I've decided to keep her after all. Because even though she drives me mad once in a while, she is just adorable most of the time. Don't you think?

Baby for sale

Does any one want to buy a, at the moment, grumpy child that spits from dawn til dusk. Anyone?

Christian indoctrination

When I was a kid, my favorite story was Disney's "The small one". The story is about a donkey, called "Small One", and his close relationship with a young boy. According to the boy's father "Small One" has to be sold because of old age. In the end "Small One" is sold to Joseph and Mary, to carry pregnant Mary to Bethlehem.

I watched the film this morning, for the first as a grown up. And I forced little Noam to watch it with me. The poor kid did not seem very impressed. Neither did her father.

"What kind if Christian propaganda are you brainwashing our daughter with?" he said.

"But it's a beautiful story" I said, while crying like crazy in the end of the film.

When hearing this story as a kid (had it on a cassette) I cried every time, and obviously nothing has changed. This as, in my world, carrying Jesus mother to Bethlehem doesn't seem as fun for the donkey, as playing with his dear friend, the boy.

I guess that's where I fail with my Christian indoctrination.

I'm happy to leave on those terms

Fredrik Ljungberg is getting 70 millions SEK for leaving West Ham.

I wish my employer would do the same: "Sandra, thanks for the time you've given us, but as we feel that you are no longer doing your job as well as you used to, we will give you 70 millions if you promise to leave straight away".

Too generous

I've been thinking. Maybe I'm a bit too generous publishing photos of Noam for free here on my blog, available for any Tom, DIck and Harry to watch.

I mean, Brad and Angelina got 90 millions SEK for the photos of their newborn babies. And as Noam obviously is cuter we should be able to get the double.

Right?