Season’s over

Today Fabian and his team played their last game for this season. A win. It’s been a tough and educational season as they played the top league. Now training continues as it does until Christmas comes. You gotta love football.

“Your mind had understood, but your heart hasn’t”

It was a colleague who said those words to me last week. I expressed my feelings of seeing my last boy being in his high for his independence. With Sam it was easier, maybe because of the fact that I still had another one coming. It was so I almost didn’t notice it. But now….

Life reminding itself

You need them. Once in a while you need that inexorably punch in your stomach. A punch that shakes you to your core. A blow that makes an average Friday night important and reminds you that all your days are the most important you have. Because they are your life. I was aimlessly scrolling my…

The Friendship Inn

Last week it was Gothia Cup, the largest football youth cup. Fabbe’s team was there. His first time. As the mother I am, and can be. I took my work computer and camera and logged in at The Friendship Inn. Once again my childhood friend opened her doors for me and lend me a bed….

Paris report – Day#3

We are our way to the airport- hopefully they – the French – wait until tomorrow to go out on strike. Our last day was just as good a the two previous. With 16000 steps and with a lot of help from the metro we manage to cover the both parts of Paris we already…

Paris report – Day #2

Today we went in the opposite direction – towards Champs-Élysées. The mission was the same. Find a good deal. If the findings were, I’m not the one to tell. But I understood that the PSG jersey was. Even-though it is last season’s model (and most possibly therefore it was a bargain). I feel unbelievable blessed…

Paris report – Day #1

I must say Fabian is somewhat modest when his uses the word “good” in his review of the day. At one time he was saying that his mind was spinning of the huge supply especially as it’s combined with a sale to up to 50%! We stated our day at Galeries Lafayette Haussmann. From there…

We ❤️ Paris

Late yesterday evening, with the help of an ex football pro who played with Kevin De Bruyne in Genk we arrived to the wonderful hotel Belleval. Today we are excitingly scouting for all the bargains on our way to Mona Lisa.

And the little one ❤️

Last day in junior high for this lad. I just can’t believe what time has done. I know I sound like a broken record but I just don’t. I’m so proud of both my boys.

Graduation

So, it’s done. Graduation. We got to have a wonderful day for our Sam. Thanks to all our friends and family. Now high schools over and now he only needs to study if he wants to. Monday – work starts – an assistant nurse ready to care for you. His mum’s going to rest her…

Prom

There are so much happening in Sam’s life right now. Prom was one thing happening this week. I would’t say that prom in Sweden is not the same as in the US. First I thought it had to do with tradition, but the I realized that I had one and that is… years ago. But…

Check ✅

An immense milestone was reach yesterday for our first born. Driving license. Oh they joy. It has been a somewhat struggle, but he kept the spirit, with strong support from his partens (primarily his mother I’d say). For me as a parent it’s paradox feeling. Happy for his success but also worried for the fact…

What happened

Today Sam came home with his graduation cap. I can’t comprehend this. Our oldest is done with school. He’s officially a real adult and we don’t need to care for him. Naturally I teared up. I’m so not ready for this and I force myself to remind myself what his daycare teacher Helene told me,…

Fantastic parents

Sam wasn’t selected to make the military service. Due to lactose intolerance… We were all kind of surprised about this, especially that it wasn’t sorted before the physical visit. We were thinking that he might get removed by his hearing, but he never came that far. But no sad faces on any of us. And…

Sam our man ❤️

He had us waiting. Not for long, but we first had some else cooking for May 2003, but “thankfully” that unborn was lost. But then he came. He was planned for 2 January 2004, but thanks to being a breech baby, we got a planned c-section and then – to meet my wish of not…

They made it

Fabian’s football team had qualifying games for a national league (which of course is not one, but several). Anyhow, there were three teams qualifying and… Do you know what?! The boys did it. So next season they will meet fierce competition, making them better players. Fabian chose to get ill after the first game and…

Sittning here

Here I am, sitting and feeling ridiculously blessed. Blessed for all the birthday wishes sent to me. Especially of the friends taking 5 (!) minutes of their time and giving me a phone call ❤️. But especially for my precious PRECIOUS family. The wonderful husband and two equally magical sons. Picking out personal gifts hitting…

When things don’t turn out

Sometimes things don’t turn out as you think. But then you can bake. With your son. When done you enjoy your fika.

Sit down in the boat

Sometimes the only thing one needs to do, is nothing and things will just solve themselves. Yesterday I had my first day back in (home) office. Wednesday I spent in bed. With a sore throat and generally feeling blah. While doing so, Christmas danced out as we spoke about the other day. Apparently my tinsel…

Football

It’s everything for him. If nobody wants to join he goes down to the pitch himself and practices and practices.

History repeats itself

I remember it as it was yesterday. The Mr and I was leaving the hospital with our firstborn for the first time. The midwife (or if it was a nurse) said: “Don’t forget, now you have a new boss.” At the time I got offended (of course), which I didn’t show (could have happen). I…

Emotional

Today it was time for our first born to get his confirmation. I would say he have had a better year than expected. Getting to know new people, seeing Berlin and learning about values. It was far more emotional than I expected. Seeing my mother in law tearing up didn’t help. Thanks to everyone coming…

Just like that

Mr F broke his arm 1.5 hrs into the ski vacation in the Austrian alps. The Dock children and their skiing traditions… Never the less. The Mr and I discussed shortly if F should fly home by him self. And a couple of hours later they called. My loving parents. 80 years old, they come…

Happiness is a question

Happiness comes in different forms. Like a question from a boy. A boy, tall like a man but still a boy. A question that shows he’s thinking about his future and that he wants something.

Vacay – trip 3

And the morning after F’s 11 birthday, off we went. The entire clan. Up to the northern part of Stockholm’s archipelago and the island Blidö. Where we finally got to experience the Mr’s childhood friend’s summer home (he’s been talking about it forever, that is how old they are). His childhood friend is also my…

To not cave in

For me, it’s hard. To let go. To no be too intrusive. Sam is away with his class over night. Even if I want to know everything (like he would tell me, and that he would tell me while he’s away…), I resist the urge to continue the Snapchat conversation with his reply that everything…

Soccer, soccer, soccer

I’ve played one game. It all came back to me a couple of weeks ago when I returned to the crime scene with Fabian. This week it has been soccer Friday, Saturday and Sunday. I enjoy it though. Especially if I bring my camera. But sometimes it gets so exciting that I forget to take…

Something is happening

When looking at our youngest son and then taking a quick glance in my Instagram feed it’s clear. He is growing. Taking his first small steps into adolescence. Slowly that all childish features is leaving him. My boys. My precious boys. Life is impermanent, enjoy every moment of it, nothing will ever return.

Nostalgia strikes a cord

Two more gifts to wrap. Then we are done. Tomorrow we have a teenager in the house, but something says he moved in this summer. Our tall, smart, kind, loud, emotional boy turns 13 tomorrow and I am just about to send his father a link to film I made with old and new photos…

Bragging 

Talking about emotions and how one feels is not easy for all. It is a skill one often needs to be taught. But a skill that makes you learn a lot about yourself and can teach a thing or two to others. I, personally, live close to my feelings. I have the full spectrum, like…

Happiness is…

…when the teenager comes home after practice for a late supper and BY HIM SELF puts the leftovers in a container and place them in the fridge. There can be peace on earth one day too.  

Memories & good choices

This little fellow showed up in my Facebook memories. 5 years ago. Oh, I cherish the fact that I worked 80% and gave a full Friday for 5 years or so to my princes. Fabian and I had a tradition of a weekly fika at a café of our choice. A 30 min or so only for…

Gahhhhhh!

Really?! REALLY?! REALLY?! I know, neither me or the Mr are Mensa material and neither is our kids. But is it too much to ask for a little brain activity. I know I shouldn’t but I get really scared when our offsprings show no mental capacity. This combined with lack of effort. OMG, where will…

Wonderful

There are several reasons to complain at times. Times when life is just not what one deserves or expect. And there are days when you can take a step back and just realize that it could be so much worse. Tonight it was one of those days. Even if the boys were reluctant we made it….

Happiness could also be…

… when you sleep in late after party with friends and get greated by this Bacon and pancake breakfast provided by your youngest. Whoever he partner’s up with will be a very happy camper.  Love him to the moon and back ❤️

Zlatan is in da house

In our family we have entered a new era. The era of young boys smelling gooood. For Christmas and birthday our sons got things to make them smell favourably. And it sure smells. Walking into F’s room is like walking into a mist of early manhood. I do wonder if anything is actually sprayed on…

12 years of bliss

Well, maybe not really, but more or less. My personality type focus on the positives. We have had our shares of downs and will continue to have it during the years to come (apparently that is what life is all about). But in retrospect we’ve handled them and that’s what matters, right? Yesterday he turned…

Tik tok

On Thursday he turns 9. 9? 9! I realize that it doesn’t matter where the time go. The important thing is what we do with it.

Freckles and giggles

The spring sun has left traces on your nose and your voice, when asking if you can go with a friend home after school, is so full of giggles it all needs to come out. Thank you for being you. My love for you and your brother meets no end.

Another feeling of happiness

Women my age (ok, I) have the bad habit of waking up around the same time also on weekends. With no interest to go back to sleep. But that is alright! Sometimes when the Mr is away  the kids take his place in bed. So here I lay. Listening to breaths belonging to two blond…

Keep one in your pocket

l looked through (as I do from time to time) old blog posts and I found some pics from March 2010. And what do they tell you? To always, ALWAYS have an “almost four year old” close to you. When you do, you look at life in a brighter way.

Driving Dolph Lundgren

The other night I, as I usually do during week nights, drove offsprings to and from practise. Right there, I realized I wasn’t drivning Sam, I was drivning Dolph. Mr Dolph Lundgren was our pride And joy during the early 80’s. He was the one fighting Rocky Balbo as the tall blond, russian God – Drago. Returning home…

All my boys

I am one of them who strongly misbelieve the ones who, in their social media status, constantly tell how fantastic their partners and/or children are. We all know they might be and most likely are asses (or something similar) more often than they are perfect. Never the less I realize i am one of them….

Longing

Saw these and remember and miss the summer.

Proud

If you generalize, Swede’s are very poor at being proud over them selves. We are usually not the ones who will climb up a mountain and scream out our joy for being ourselves, just because we are soooo good. Or, maybe that is exactly where we would do it, as nobody would hear us on the…

Morning walk

Grey, windy, rainy Sunday. What you need is a walk by the ocean with a dog and your family.

Family

Really, no more words are needed (and if someone wonders, the elderly peeps are my parents).  

Sons

Really, there are no words needed.

If life ended now…

… It would have been a perfect life. Today we decided to celebrate our boys. Just because. Because they are the ones they are. Many mornings we leave the house (and them) just right after they wake up. And not once they have been late to school (knock on wood). They make breakfast, they leave and…

School pics

They are here! The annual school pics. Unnecessary for someone like me who claims to take better pics herself, but still fun to have. To see how they grow. My darlings.