We sure didn’t last too long in the city…
We sure didn’t last too long in the city…
If we didn’t have to take baby to her routine check-up at the doctor’s tomorrow, we would definitely not be back in town. We had a fantastic vacation, but luckily H has two more weeks off work so we’re planning a little trip to Palanga, a beautiful summer resort in Lithuania. I don’t think I’ve ever been to Lithuania (passing through doesn’t count) so a trip abroad would be nice for a change. I have a lot of pictures (shot using my phone, nothing too artsy) to show you so you just wait!
By the way, there was interest in a “questions and answers” kind of post. Would we like that, dear readers? However, you have been relatively crappy at commenting lately so I have nothing to reward you for…
I cannot believe it’s already been half a year since I first held my little baby girl in my arms. Every single one of the days we’ve spent together with her has been a bliss. Barely any frustration at all (and by saying barely I mean I’ve been frustrated but because I’m sometimes mentally volatile, not because she’s done anything to cause it), only laughter, giggles and a lot of cuddling. She’s been such a little rock through all of it – the few times she’s been hurt or while her teeth were really bothering her. She doesn’t bitch and whine, she sucks it up and gets through it, only demanding some cuddling, kisses and hugs.
By every little thing she learns and every skill she masters, my paranoia gets worse. It’s horrid – loving someone so intensively that the constant worry and fear of losing them is almost tiring. Every once in a while I close my eyes when I’m with her, I hold her as tightly as I can without hurting her, I breathe her in and try to seize the moment. They don’t just say they grow up too fast for nothing. It’s true – I can’t keep up. One moment she’s so tiny I can easily carry her on one arm, the next she’s already turning over both ways, trying to move forward, playing with toys, weighing almost 10kg.
I cannot imagine my life playing out any other way. This here – my child, my home, the man I love, the friends I’ve chosen and the family I’ve been given – this is it. This is the life I’ve always dreamt of having, anything else that I get or learn along the way will be an amazing bonus but as long as I have this immense amount of love together with the solid support net I have surrounding me, there’s nothing else I would ever ask for.
Thank you, little girl, for teaching me everything I ever needed to know about life. Thank you for letting me know what’s important and healing wounds I didn’t even know were there. Thank you, my love, for choosing us to be your parents. I will spend my entire life trying to do right by you.
Upon closer inspection we found no one else but my adorable mother could be behind this marvelous box of goodies. After some negotiations me and the heiress finally managed to split the loot evenly. This is what she got:
VINCENT shoes (They’re not actually her first ones, she has a pair of sneakers with pictures of Bamse on them… but hey, if it says so on the box… it has to be true, right?)
Last year, when it was time for strawberries, I kept putting it off until there weren’t any more strawberries to stock up on. I spent quite a few Sundays after that banging my head against the wall (not always literally) for not having any fresh strawberries to go with my pancakes. I wouldn’t go through that again so last week I went and got 6kg of beautiful, delicious berries.
I turned about half of them into fresh jam using my rod mixer (just enough to create an even mush, no need to purée them), adding a tiny bit of sugar and vanilla and then shoving it in the freezer (I contain mine in freezer bags because they take up a lot less space than plastic containers).
The rest I decided to freeze whole so I put a sheet of baking paper in the freezer and then spread the berries out one by one. That way they won’t stick to each other once they’re frozen (after which I put them in freezer bags). Guess who’ll have fresh, gorgeous strawberries to use in cakes and desserts in the winter? *annoyingly proud of herself*
I’m like a flippin’ squirrel – to me, nothing is more satisfactory than stocking up on food. Next up: vegetables, blueberries and mushrooms!
We’re (me, H, the ladybug and my baby sis’ S) in the harbour waiting for the ferry! We spent a lovely couple of hours in Haapsalu, a nearby town, with auntie M who lives there. We had a yummie dinner and finished it off with delicious cake and lattes. We’ll reach our destination in about two and a half hours, if we survive the ferry ride (I feel seasick only by looking at the waves)…
I think I forgot to mention the little girl hungrily reached for daddy’s ice cream cone so we had no choice but to let her have a taste. If it was up to her, she would’ve eaten the whole thing. As soon as she got the taste of ice cream in her mouth she kept reaching for it and loudly demanding more. She had to settle for a taste though, because we haven’t officially started with “real food” yet and I don’t want the ice cream to “ruin her appetite” 😉
Finally it’s time for daddy H’s summer vacation so we’re packing our stuff and leaving town for a little while. Now I just need to do the last of the laundry and then pack all of our stuff. There’s a lot of it, I’ll tell you that. Better get back to work!
The little lady doesn’t travel light as you can see: dresses, straw hat, shorts, t-shirts, jumpsuits, bathing suit, her Villeroy&Boch sippy cup… never know what you’re gonna need, right?