Yesterday was birthday-party-time, in Osby of all places. A town with apparently at least eight really nice Osby folks (I didn't count the host and hostess or Tobias, they know me and therefore they must be really nice people).
It is great with parties on Fridays, that gives you a little more time to get back in shape.
However, I wouldn't call me mrs Dream mum this Saturday. Samuel was really making his most to get me out of balance and he won some battles, but I won the war. I think he, for at least one week now, knows that I am in charge, not him. Yeah.
Some of the other guests at the big 40 birthday-party had a older children. Talking about the highs and the lows comming, I must say that I am looking forward to all the challenges and development that parenthood is offering.
Thanks Annika and Johan for a really nice get-togheter. The only thing that scares me is that we are headding for 50 – and that is OLD.
Louise Dock 
Själv är jag på väg mot 65 då jag ska ha långt grått hår, dyr klocka och tjusiga kläder när jag kör runt i min första bil; en mörkgrön Jaguar. Oh yes!