he's one month old

Our "hitting the town" wasn't very efficient, partly because we had to take little H to the vet in the morning. Maybe the reason she came back home was that she was sick. A very nice vet we have in the village! The cat had fever and urine infection. So we got to town quite late, but V got 2 playgrounds, I bought 3 books (one christmas present for each family member) and Helsinki was Beautiful. Walking on the streets when it was dark was special too. We met up with Y after his work.

And in any case, we did it (= managed to go somewhere, the 3 of us).

Have a nice weekend! I'm looking forward to some more wallpapering and hopefully flea-markets.

he's 4 weeks old

And we will finally hit the town tomorrow -- sling or pram? What to wear, for me?? I'm not yet in the shape of my old uniform.

prohibited

V drew a sign for N, the old cat: "Hissing is prohibited."
(I checked for this word in the dictionary, but I'm not convinced; what is the verb for what angry cats say?)

he's almost 4 weeks old

That's how the counting goes, first you count hours, then days, weeks... The switch to counting months is tricky. I guess it happens after full 2 months.

This is our first day alone at home. We are by these windows, but it's more grey today. V is in the kindergarten 2 days per week now. He's sleeping in his sergei-shirt. His name is not that. He is little V. This was never the purpose, to have a series of kids with V-names. But that's what happened. Even the second names have the same letter, A. Both of those names come from my grandfather's family.

S came over with her 2 little girls, the smaller one is just 2 weeks older than our little one. Some totally strange looking guy also came over, he wanted us to buy a roof from his company. "We're the best one in Finland. The best in Finland."


I ALMOST FORGOT!! Our little cat came back yesterday!! After 1,5 months!! Very skinny and a bit weak, but undamaged.

he's 3 weeks old

When he was born we weren't sure if the name we picked for him would fit. He looked like an angry kind of little guy. I thought something like Sergei would suit him. I like russian names, but I have nothing to do with Russia. I haven't even been to St Petersburg. This shirt is something a Sergei would wear. V calls him "silk-cheek".


We're on our own now, Y went back to work yesterday. We didn't accomplish much, but I finally cut some masks (one for the baby as well!) I've been planning to cut and V painted. I will make more, of cardboard. Inspiration from here. (Nice pages, but I'm very much against fur.) We also mailed 2 letters. I mailed 2 letters the day before too. This is good.

I read about my friends' move to the countryside in a magazine. I'd like to make some kind of report of all this too. Just for me, for us. One and half years since we moved here.

he's 19 days old

My mum made jam from the neglected berries. We ate it.

V made a medicine bottle.

I found a 1€ sweater at a flea-market.

he's 17 days old

Baby wardrobes part 4. A pile of shirts for my boy. We do have one blue shirt!

The theme of this post is knots and bows. There is an Alfons Åberg (Mikko Mallikas) book about tying, V didn't know how to do it when we had it from the library. Right now I have the baby tied to my chest, he's being trained to become a sling baby. The sling is light blue!

i am 35 years old

Before giving birth I was taking long looks in the mirror, trying to see if it was going to happen today. I thought I could see it in my eyes somehow. But I guess this photo I took just to show my new glasses. They are about one month old. 2 days before his arrival at the lake.

he's 9 days old

I have a lot my stuff in a closet that I can't get to right now. Or since we got the new big bed, the table moved to the left so that I can't open my closet, #17. So I used this ribbon that I had on the table. A sweater I knitted for the baby, with my initials! Beautiful old ribbon that I got from Sari from Paris, she was looking for someone to match these letters. She really seems to be one wonderful lady. She has a shop, Koti.

Now I'm knitting 2 scarves, a white one for V (she wanted to have white, same organic yarn) and a light blue one (my favourite shade of light blue) for the baby.

This is what they were going to paint. It's like the only piece of furniture that I personally have. A drawer I bought from the closest furniture shop when I moved in to share a flat with 3 bird-watcher guys. A long time ago. This drawer has been such a burden, but very practical. Now it finally looks a bit nicer, sanded and painted with new knobs. The knobs are old porcelain electricity line things. Y found them from the outside wall of an abandoned barn. This was my project, but it turned into a shared one.

Y and V went to town today. I was dreaming of a family day in town, but stayed home after all. I have to wait until my breast situation gets stabilized. Then I can finally start wearing this shirt I bought for me as a birth giving present. And the baby doesn't have all his outside gear in order either.

I finally had time to look at 3191: Evenings that had arrived while we were giving birth. The evenings book's design is sooo much better than the mornings book. But maybe the morning photos are stronger.

he's 6 days old

Thank you for your congratulations! Reading them warms my heart even more than I'd expect. My heart is pretty melted anyway. Having 2 kids is so exciting. Being able to say "kids", the plural, is so cool. Looking at V's love for him is indescribable. She's learning to sing this song by a finnish band. The song is called "little brother" and I have never been able to listen to it without tears in my eyes.


He's at home too. For 3 weeks. I could get used to it.
I might even have to.


Today I've had fresh cinnamon rolls, enough sleep at night(!) and a sweetest package in the mail. It is from K, from New York. Wonderful things inside!

Kiitos kiitos kiitos toivotuksista!

he's 3 days old

We came back home yesterday. There was just one more day left of waiting.

Incredible.