So, I and Mr spent the Saturday in Malmö with 6 other friends. We watched the Swedish translation of the musical (which I did not know that it was) Spamalot from Monthy Pyton’s. It was OK, but the other productions the performing group had done has been better. But, Johan Glans, one can’t do anything else than LOVE him.

So the night we spent in a hotel. The day was spent on shopping. For the first time I really understood why so many men hate shopping. It is warm (esopecially at this time of year when you wear a winter jacket in non winter weather) and it is heavy from all the purchases (which ain’t for you).

I was on the hunt for a new pair of jeans, I’d seen a model in a fashion article. Apparently not available. I got really pissed had a hard time enjoying Tobias shoe bonanza.

The evening was spent in a restaurant with all the friends and after the show we went to a pub. All of us had a somewhat hard time acclimatizing. Standing with a beer in our hands in a room filled with people and music, trying to have a conversation. Yet, we should been perfectly trained. You do it all the time, even if you usually are seated, and the noise from a handfull of  children playing is really no challenge.

We had a good time though. And not to forget the breakfast this morning. One has to love hotel breakfasts.

Sam had his first swimming competition today. 25 m of breast and back swim. He had to make it under 1 minute to get a silver medal and under 45 sec for gold. He finished breast at 1.22 and back at 1.01.82.

The funny thing is that I explained to him that he got to focus more on himself than the competition when swimming (especially when doing the breast swimming. When you are doing the back, there is really no choice). And this he explained to his father when we arrived home. A sign that he listens!

Fabian got his a very hurting (and hopefully first and last) penalty this evening. Mr Junior II has always been so so when it comes to food. We never make it a big deal of it. I have read somewhere that very few 4-year old’s in the world starve themselves to death. However, when mr Grumpy is having one of his moments of being just Grumpy, we parents get a fit. So today he had to finish dinner while the rest of the family watched the “Animal hospital” show. A favourite on Sunday’s. The reason for this is that he spent the first 10 minutes (of dinner) grumping (in the guest room) over the fact that we had the nerve to serve him green peas.

When he was finished the show was over and it was time for bed. I have never seen that boy be so sad (for real) about anything. He is usually shedding one or two crocodile tears, but tonight he was heartbroken. He will never do it again.