Monday, September 28, 2009
Two years ago tuesday
Oh, just look at us. So clean and lean and... well rested! Happy anniversary, Pan! Next year, maybe this:
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Are we there yet, Mom?
How come my belly hurts all the time? How come you're sick all the time? How come someone just crashed into our car on the street outside? How long is this going to last, with the belly aches? Are we there yet?
No, sweet boy, we're not quite there yet. Let's both just stick it out a week or so more, okay?
Monday, September 21, 2009
Little drummer boy
More boppy action. Not so late at night for you, maybe, but for people who begin their day 20 minutes past six, it's waaay past bedtime. And yet Magnus will not calm down - unless his dad holds his hands and helps him play drums with loud music blasting through the room.
It is the curse of every child that his parents expect him to live out dreams that they themselves never got to fulfill. So Magnus, I really hope that one day, you'll be the drummer in an indieband, just like your mom always wanted to be.
I'm sure he'll rebel by singing in a boy choir with his hair slicked to one side.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Sunday, September 6, 2009
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