Today my little boy turns ½ year old. I don't understand where time goes. It seems like just a few days ago I was looking at this.


Yes, when in doubt buy two more. Then take a few deep breaths.

And I still remember giving birth very clearly.


I can't say who was most tired of the two of us.

Somehow 6 months have passed since that picture. I have the most charming, adorable smiling little boy. I feel so lucky.




Pretty awesome kid, right?

We haven't done any celebration today, there was no outing to the beach nor any cake. Normally I would feel a little like a bad parent, but Mike have been sick the last few days. And I had a shocking encounter with the scale this morning and started on a diet 2 minutes later.

Magnus got a bowl of nice corn porridge with plumsauce, but I am not sure that could be considered celebration. It is his second day with solids and he seems more than puzzled at the whole situation. Maybe I should have stuck a flag into it or a candle!

I don't know why I suddenly think of this, but the last time I was on a diet, it didn't go all that well. It ended pretty abruptly.

I blame it on those 3 positive pregnancy tests.


Just thinking about it still makes me a little dizzy.