Rainy saturday

The plan for today was to visit a farm where we were supposed to pick blackcurrant. But it was clear that the boring and steady rein was not going to let us. But I can not say that we had a boring day anyways, I think it was nice.
1. The infinite project: the bed blanket is really never ever going to be finished... This one is boring...

2. We are late this year with a present for Greta's spanish cousin that just turned 3. So we painted something for him this morning.





Finished. I painded a pinguin with my handprint, added the eyes, and Greta continued with "eyebrows", "arms", the heart to the left and the horse (!) to the right. A little present for the cousin.

3. Together with this one. I printed the picture of them together this summer, and Greta painted the picture frame (pink, of course, but I hope it is ok...)

4. This is a good one. The other day Greta said to me:
- Мама, смотри, виноград!
- Look, mum, the grapes!
She was the first one to notice our tomatoes started to appear.

5. This is the first time we did sprout our own seeds for salad. I just loved the taste, and I will sure repeat again and again. This one was brokkoli seeds. Even Greta loved them.

6. I don't know what is it with rainy days, but it is surely the best days drinking lots of tea and cooking and eating good food.

7. And, of course, we needes some craft project to complete this weekend. This time we made glass beads bracelets, one with safety pins and one with a piece of old jeans. Look tutorial here. Greta helped a lot. Not only she was trying to put the glass beads on a safety pin, byt she also helped me with the glue.


8. Even if we did not pick blueberries, you know how much I love berries... so I just had to go buy some blueberries. Part is frozen now, and another - eaten.

9. The evening oatmeal with blueberries, and to bed.


10. And do you know what she told me before going to sleep?
I kiss her good night and say:
- Спокойной ночи, моя девочка. 
- Нет, я не девочка...
- А кто ты? Ты же не мальчик...
- Нет, я... виноград!

- Good night, my girl.
- I am not a girl...
- No? Who are you then? You are not a boy...
- No, I am... a grape!

Greta helping sort the berries

My daughter is just like me

She loves all the berries, and today she showed me that she loves redcurrant too. This one is from our garden, it is already quite red, but we did not pick all, to let the rest of the berries get even more red. After finishing the first portion, she said: "Mama, more tomatoes!" :-)

And this is the flower Greta brought from the forest yesterday, for me. She brought it home and asked daddy if they had o put it in water or in milk :-))))

The garden

A little bit work in the garden tonight. We are trying to remove the bad things from the hill, and we may plant something better there. But what?
Besides, the redcurrant looks quite good, the raspberry too, and the apple tree, of course.

My flowers are starting to sprout. Late? Of course, I plantes them jast a week ago :-)))

And a bonus joke from Greta. She looks at this book about the little mole on this page and says, looking to the left page, "The birdie is eating apples" (I think it is a cherry tree, but ok...). Then, she looks to the right page and says, "Oh, the frog and the snail eat potatoes!"

Dreams come true!

Today Santiago and I decided to buy a cross-country ski for me. This weekend we have a tough program with both alpine and cross-country skiing, plus Greta will ski too.

Just one week before I start running again. Looking forward! Next week start slowly with 5 km jog.

Little bit of humour here:

Find a cat, and the first dress

She looks just like another stuffed animal on the shelf.

Meanwhile the first homemade dress for Greta is finished. Looks quite nice. I hope she will become big enough for it before the summer.

Dr.Seuss for nursing moms

from breastfeeding.com

You Can Breastfeed Anywhere
by Laurie Coker

You may breastfeed in a store,
on the floor,
in a roar.
You may breastfeed in a jam,
eating fried green eggs and ham.
You may breastfeed on the stair.
You may breastfeed anywhere!

Your baby can latch on in a swing,
on the wing,
in a ring.
He can latch on in a car,
where you are,
at the barre.
She can latch on in a storm,
on the farm:
that's her charm.
She can latch on in a train,
on a plane,
without pain.
They can latch on to a rhyme.
They can latch on any time.

You can nurse Jane or Joe.
You can nurse Clyde or Moe.
you can nurse Betty or Sallie.
you can nurse at a political rally.
You can nurse any time, anywhere.
You can nurse clothed or bare.
You can nurse unshaved of hair.
You can nurse Tim, Tony or Tom.
Who can nurse? Any mom!

Or this one:

Would you nurse her in the park?
Would you nurse him in the dark?
Would you nurse him with a Boppy?
And when your boobs are feeling floppy?


I would nurse him in the park,
I would nurse her in the dark.
I’d nurse with or without a Boppy.
Floppy boobs will never stop me.


Can you nurse with your seat belt on?
Can you nurse from dusk till dawn?
Though she may pinch me, bite me, pull,
I will nurse her `till she’s full!


Can you nurse and make some soup?
Can you nurse and feed the group?
It makes her healthy strong and smart,
Mommy’s milk is the best start!


Would you nurse him at the game?
Would you nurse her in the rain?
In front of those who dare complain?
I would nurse him at the game.
I would nurse her in the rain.


As for those who protest lactation,
I have the perfect explanation.
Mommy’s milk is tailor made
It’s the perfect food, you need no aid.


Some may scoff and some may wriggle,
Avert their eyes or even giggle.
To those who can be cruel and rude,
Remind them breast’s the perfect food!


I would never scoff or giggle,
Roll my eyes or even wiggle!
I would not be so crass or crude,
I KNOW that this milk’s the perfect food!


We make the amount we need
The perfect temp for every feed.
There’s no compare to milk from breast-
The perfect food, above the rest.


Those sweet nursing smiles are oh so sweet,
Mommy’s milk is such a treat.
Human milk just can’t be beat.


I will nurse, in any case,
On the street or in your face.
I will not let my baby cry,
I’ll meet her needs, I’ll always try.
It’s not about what’s good for you,
It’s best for babies, through and through.


I will nurse her in my home,
I will nurse her when I roam.
Leave me be lads and ma’am.
I will nurse her, Mom I am.