Happy Easter

Om Nom Nom Nom… Nom!

Oh yes it’s that time of year again were you spread the love… Chocolate love. Deliciously scrumptious brown curvaceous bodied chocolate eggs, you could just buy a bar of chocolate for a fraction of the price and get the same taste but that would not be the same because it’s Easter and you must have an egg, makes sense!

Anyway little piggy Oliver loved his first chocolate rabbit egg from Thorntons, but before you get on your high horse he didn’t eat it all it was just for his lunch he had the rest for dinner!!!

Thanks uncle Jesus
Love Oliver! x

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Easter witches?

when I think witches I think Halloween but oh G not in Sweden, witches resemble Easter apparently and to clear some confusion here is the back story.

The tradition is said to come from the old belief that witches would fly to a German mountain the Thursday before Easter to cavort with Satan. On their way back, Swedes would light fires to scare them away, a practice honored today by the bonfires and fireworks across the land in the days leading up to Sunday.

So the kids dress up as witches that look more like little babushkas and from what I have heard they go knocking on doors looking for treats, sound familiar? Anyway as I am living in Sweden with a Swedish fiancé I have to partake in these little traditions as bonkers as they are… Help!

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Hissy fit

Kids really are like little mental patients, one moment there happy and playing and the next they are complete monsters, kicking, wailing, scratching you and even biting and nothing you say makes a shred of difference, you might as speak to a wall cause that’s what it feels like sometimes. Today Oliver came home from daycare in the best of moods and was a model child until suddenly he flips the hell out like you just stole his entire toy collection and starts throwing himself on the Floor and having a full blown tantrum! I seriously do not get these little people and I really don’t know what to do with him when he reacts like that. I usually just ignore the tantrum as interacting at point just seems to fuel it all the more, electric collar next I think!

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Worms anybody?

So today we take the little munchkin to the playground to have play around with the sand and stuff, he loves it! Running around like a mad kid, playing with the swings and seesaw. All was going well until he wondered over to the “sandbox” in the corner of the play area, the sandbox sand is really fine unlike the rest of the playground and we never let him play with it because cats love to shit and piss in it like it’s there personal fucking toilet. I don’t want to be the bad guy so I let him walk around it for a while and while we were joking about it been a poop box Oliver goes and picks up this thing covered in sand and boom, it’s cat shit, jeez Louise this is my worst nightmare, I don’t want my kid touching cat shit or any shit for that matter.

So I got him wiping his poopy fingers on the grass and we went straight home, now I have learnt my lesson, them fucking sandbox’s are off limits, there oversized litter boxes!! Why the hell they even make these in public playgrounds is beyond me, cat shit and most likely fucking worms galore!!!

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