Foot-In-Mouth

Mr B found out that he can put his foot in his mouth. I noticed it a while ago as I was changing his diaper. Normally he would lie there kicking legs and sometimes lift and slam them down on his changing pad. But one day he lifted his legs and grabbed a foot with his hand, like in a yoga pose. He then showed his stinky foot (baby feet do smell a little bit) in his mouth and started chewing. Luckily, this was not a one-time occurrence and he still amuse me with gymnastic abilities.

Today is Beano's first day without his mamma. The Wife returned to work today and grandma is watching him. Hopefully he behaves and doesn't make her regret the offer to watch him.
The Wife was emotional going into work today, it is the longest she has been away from Benji since his birth and misses him dearly.

xoxo,
Philly Swede

Thanksgiving

Thursday was Thanksgiving. The Wife and hosted her family and we had a good time. I cooked the turkey and Beano wore a bib with a turkey on it. He didn't get to taste the turkey, instead he tried a tiny amount of sweet potato. He seemed to enjoy it with some loud lip smacking and grunting. However, his stomach didn't seem to digest it as we found a tiny piece of sweet poato in the diaper the following morning.

Beer wise, it was a good day too. The Wife bought some Epic Pale Ale (she is a good Wife) and I had a Southern Tier Pumking Ale with dinner - delicious!

Beano did well the whole day and spent a good amount of time hanging with of the uncles.

Sleep traning is improving, but he still wakes up a few times per night.

xoxo,
Philly Swede

Sleep Training

Friday was the first night of Beano's sleep training. The point of the training is to make the baby sooth him/herself to sleep and to limit the number of times the parents (read The Wife) have to get up during the middle of the night. The way you train your baby to sooth him/herself is by making them cry it out and not pick them up whilst fussy and upset in the crib.
So, last Friday was the first night of sleep training and it was... loud at times. We put him down at his normal bedtime, between 19:00 and 19:30 (if you don't know the 24hr clock, hang your head in shame). After ten minutes or so we hear Beano fussing and soon it escalates to full on screaming. Since we are sleep training him, we can do nothing but let him air it out (I once went upstairs to tell him he was safe and it was time to sleep - he didn't listen). After 22 minutes of wailing, he finally calmed down and we could hear him sobbing as he fell asleep.
The following two nights were uneventful and he fell asleep by himself without any crying. Monday night I was put in charge with preparing him for bed and bottle feeding him. The result? Back to square one! I had barely walked downstairs before he started with his fake coughing which then turned into fussing and finally screaming. He didn't cry for as long this time, only twenty minutes.
The Wife doesn't like the sleep training, she says that it hurts her heart to hear him cry like that. I, on the other hand, am a heartless bastard and carry on like I can't hear him.

Tall Boy

The results are in! Beano is 27½ inches tall and weighs 16.65 lbs. He is tall for his age (93rd percentile) but not heavy at all. Tall and slim, just like his mamma bear.

The doctor said everything looked fine, except for his rashes. We were told to lube him up many times a day and his rashes should improve quickly. Were given a list of creams to use on him, I asked if we could dip him in lard.

Next step in his development is the quest to make him sleep through the night. At the moment, he wakes about two times per night but according to his age he should be able to sleep from 20-6. The process of making him sleep for a longer period won't be fun. It requires us to make him cry without us picking him up to comfort and calm him down. We should only observe him and possibly put a hand on him to make sure he is fine, nothing more.

Looks like I'll be a stay-at-home dad and grad student come spring. Had to take the TOEFL to prove my English was good enough for school. I scored 108 out of 120. Next up is the GRE, not looking forward to it.
At the moment I am looking forward to the spring and the changes it will bring. I am sure it won't be easy juggling Beano and school, but I feel now is the time to make a career change before I am too old and even grumpier.

Oh well, one thing at a time. First I have to make it through this afternoon so that I can go home.

xoxo,
Philly Swede

Back from.... nowhere

Hello Everybody,

Your favorite non-blogger is finally back! No good reasons/explanations/excuses for not updating the blog with mindless entries other than that I have been a little busier at work lately.


Anyway, Beano is four months old today and he acts like it. His body and mind is rapidly developing and learning how the different body parts work and interact with each other.

For instance, last night when I checked on him, he was sleeping on his belly so I asked the Wife to see if she put him down like that. Nope, she said, looks like the little genius actually managed to roll-over. (Of course as we were admiring his achievement he woke up screaming).


Considering his many rashes (his butt looks good, though), he is a happy and smiley boy. Laughter and smiles radiates in abundance from his kind heart! (Not sure if the previous sentence makes any sense, but you should get the picture).


On Monday is his four month check-up, has he surpassed 16lbs yet?


Beano got an early Christmas present from his kiwi-grandma. It's a Jumperoo which he loves to use. It allows him to stand and jump because just sitting or lying on his back isn't fun anymore. This amazong toy also allows the Wife to eat breakfast in peace as he is happily jumping in one place.


The time is currently 10:40 am, in 20 minutes he will be at baby-yoga with his mother (the Wife). Beano has a tough life...



xoxo,
Philly Swede

Benjamin!

I am still here. The last few weeks have been pretty busy and my "inspiration" to post blog entries has faltered.

On 7/3 at 11:48 am and after many hours of labor, Benjamin was born. He weighed 4400 grams and measured 22 inches long. I won't bore you with details from labor, all I can say is that I didn't sleep for 37 hours and that the Wife kicked butt! I am very proud of her and her efforts of pushing that giant baby out.

Benjamin, the giant baby, is doing well. Coming home from the hospital was weird, but it also felt natural. Even though I had not changed a single diaper before, I dove right in and made sure his behind was clean and dry. He is a nice baby and lets me sleep during the nights (The Wife takes care of feeding day and night) and run in the mornings (I have probably run five times in three weeks, I don't consider me to be a avid runner).
With the Wife responsible with the small task of feeding and keeping Benji alive, I am helping out with the rest of the chores. Cooking, cleaning, laundry, she names it and I do it. Luckily, I am a modern man who can cook...

People keep asking me what it feels like to be a dad. Honestly, I feel the same I did before. I don't interact with Benjamin, I merely take care of him. That is because he has no clue who I am and is only interested in eating and pooping. Will my feelings change as he gets older? I sure expect it!

Anyway, I apoligise for this rambling post. I hope to be posting more regular updates in the future, can't promise any improvement in quality though...

Have a good weekend.

Past Due Date

Yesterday was the estimated due date. Well, the day passed without a birth of Sam or any other pre-labor indications. The Wife is still doing well and keeps waddling along. Hopefully she can stop imitating penguins and start walking like a normal person soon. She thinks Sam will be born this weekend, I'm leaning more towards the middle of next week. I hope she is right, I am eager to meet the baby and get this family life rolling for real. If no Sam is born by Thursday next week, the midwives will start discussing induction. That would suck, induction and the use of other "aggressive" methods is something we want to avoid if possible.

As we are getting closer to the end of pregnancy, it feels like the last nine months have moved along quickly and that it was yesterday when we found out we are having a Samster. The coming nine months will be even quicker, but I am looking forward to it!

Philly Beer Week

Hello,
I survived beer week even though my buddy, who visited from Sweden, did his best to kill my liver. It was good to see someone from home, he was my first visitor from the motherland since June of last year when he last visited. We had a good time trying new beers (Cali-Belgique IPA) and old trusted friends (Crooked Tree IPA). We even squeezed in a trip to DC to check out the White House and Capital Brewing Company.

Tomorrow is Thursday. On Thursday, there are only seven more days until the due date. I have a feeling that Sam won't come until after 6/23, probably around 6/27 would be my (un)qualified guess.

We are ready for the baby, now the waiting continues.

Full Term

The Wife has now reached full term, the ending is near. Even though the due date is not for another 14 days, Samster is fully developed and ready for a life outside the belly. I think I am ready to meet Sam too. We got the car seat checked to make sure it was properly installed (it was, yay me!) and all the baby clothes have been washed. Now the waiting game is on.

Canada Cup

Bah, I am still tired from the weekend. On Friday I went to York (outside Toronto) to play a floorball tournament. Great fun with the lads both on and off the field (the Wife stayed at home, a nine hour car ride with some farty dudes wasn't appealing to her). We played five games in three days with a 3-1-1 record. Unfortunately, the only loss came in the quartefinals... Kudos to S for scoring in his first tournament and later showing a bunch of cones who is boss.
Playing in the tournament made me feel old, very old. The kids we were playing against were mostly in the early twenties, my teammates and I are in our thirties... Luckily we can still kick the kids' behinds were it matters, in drinking (I will not expand on the drinking part. If you know me and my teammates, you should know what I am talking about).

Four weeks to go until the birth of Samster. We are more or less ready for Samster's arrival, just need to wash the baby clothes and put up some curtains. The Wife's belly is big and moves quite a lot when Sam is trying to get comfortable in there.
More and more, she is transforming into mama-mode, I am still clueless and in denial of what will happen in about a month.

Guest post by the Wife

As a pregnant lady, it feels like I've heard it all... questions about twins, being called huge and tired and miserable, being told that I am carrying wide practically daily, and now the predictions of just how giant Sam is going to be. These things annoy me, yes, but nothing gets under my skin quite so much as the word... waddle. F calls me Mamma Pingvin. It is sweet and endearing, and yes, I do resemble a penguin when I walk. Strap 30 pounds to the front of anyone and gait adjustments will have to be made. I have to heave myself out of bed, grunt when I roll over, and it's now a challenge to bend over. None of these occur while I am at work or out in the world. I think I do a good job day-to-day getting my work done without anyone knowing about my discomfort (well, except for the day last week when my freakin' maternity pants were too tight around the waist... I just had to complain!). All this is to say, that if you mention you saw me in the morning,, it's okay to lie (?) and say that I looked good. If you can't do that, please just don't say you saw me waddling across the street. Unless you're my husband and can also make me feel beautiful and loved, you're just being a jerk

So Much Action

The Wife turns 30 tomorrow, Happy Birthday Wifey! Nothing crazy planned, we are going to dinner at a Moroccan place called Figs. Birthday gift has been bought, now I only need to get her something belated for Mother's Day. Even though I got many hints for what to give her, I still didn't get her anything. Maybe I'll do better next year.

Samster's room and the rest of the house is slowly coming together. The plan is to finish assembling the crib and rocking chair this week, the dresser is already in place. I think Sambo has a nicely sized room, I am sure he/she will like it.
Speaking of the Samster, only six more weeks to go until due date. Time for me to get nervous yet? Sam has now turned and head is pointing downwards. Maybe it will be harder to feel the hiccups now. Did not know babies get hiccups in the belly, now I do and it feels very cool.

On Sunday, I brewed my first batch of beer. It went well, but I have to wait four weeks until I can try it. I brewed a copper colored IPA, next up is a black IPA.

I am planning to post photos, stay tuned and patient until I do.

Shower Time

Saturday was shower time. Yes, I was there. No, I was not the center of attention. Yes, I was hiding in a corner drinking beer and chatting with whomever was available.

The shower was planned by the mother of The Wife and two childhood friends (S+G). Kudos to the ladies for organizing everything!

Knowing my place and role at the shower, I was mostly hanging out in the kitchen and watching the Wife open the gifts from afar. We got a lot of useful stuff, especially the car seat. Thank you, the mother of the Wife.

Hard to believe that next month is the due date. In about eight weeks, I'll become a dad and life will change.

Guest Post by The Wife

"My favorite parts of any and every day right now are when I can feel Sam moving inside of me. Sometimes it feels like a stretch, sometimes a kick, and sometimes like Sam is being attacked by a bee (at least that's how I imagine all of the commotion). I especially like when Sam's papa gets to feel the action, but grandparents, uncles, and even his cousin have felt them too! My belly button has come out of hiding and is very soft in its current state. Freckles and moles (I've got 'em!) are growing and changing as my belly skin grows to accomodate Sam's house. I can't believe that it's time for my baby shower, but I also can't believe that I'm going to get bigger! Sam and I have been a compatible team so far, and I hope that continues (and I hope Sam feels the same way). I want to knock on wood because I've had such an amazingly good, easy, pregnancy so far, but I somehow feel confident that we will finish strong. I can't wait to smother Sam in kisses, and smother Sam's papa with kisses - I am just so in love with our little family. I can't imagine being without a loving partner at this stage - who does one kiss when they're just overcome with love? In some ways I wish I'd kept a pregnancy journal, but I'm clearly not very good at articulating how I'm feeling. Just in love with my little family and in love with who we will be soon."

Hoppy Easter

Easter was nice and quiet. Friday afternoon was spent at the doctors office, listening to Samsters heartbeat. Samster seems to be doing well and the heartbeat was good and strong. On Saturday morning, the Wife and I went to TirNaNog to watch Liverpool take on Birmingham (Liverpool won 5-0). At the pub was a family with three kids. The dad had at least four beers during the game, I had none. The game ended before noon.
In the afternoon we put together the dresser that will be in Sam's room. The dresser is big, but I have a feeling Sam will be bombarded with clothes and toys and a big dresser will be needed.
On Sunday, we went to Jersey for dinner.

Less than two months until the scheduled birth of Sam. Time to get nervous yet?

Birth Class

Two out of three birth classes done, one more to go. Can't say they have been enlightening or educating. The lady who "teaches" the class is un-organized and keeps jumping back and forth between different stages of labor. It's hard to remember when to do what and when it's time to head to the hospital, I hope The Wife knows how long the contractions are supposed to be before seeing the midwives and other birthing professionals. There about ten more couples taking the class with us. The Wife thinks most of them are a bunch weirdos, I tend to agree. One woman doesn't like to be massaged by her hubby in public, another man let's out random noises and laughs loudly/nervously. (Alas, my literary skills are not good enough to properly illustrate the rest of the group). One good thing that I liked with the class was the tour of the birthing suite/labor room. The rooms looked inviting enough to welcome Sam to life and comfortably enough for me endure a long wait. They all come with a TV and shower in case I get bored or feel the need to freshen up. One of the suites also has a jacuzzi, expect to find me in it with a mojito and cigar. Honestly, I have a feeling the hours we spend at the hospital will be spent breathing in The Wife's face and telling her to woman-up (two techniques we were told at class). Another advice was to avoid eating tic-tacs...

Getting There

We called our landlord about the hole in the sewer pipe eight days ago. Today, a guy finally stopped by to plug it... On Saturday we got internet and cable installed and in celebration we dusted off the old grill. Didn't grill anything exciting, just burgers, but it was nice to sit by the barbecue and sip a cold Saranac Ipa. 80 degrees (28 Celsius) today, it's fair to say that spring/summer has arrived in Philly! (Please disregard the forecast for the rest of the week) Rest of the weekend was spent cleaning up the backyard, the previous tenants seemed to have forgotten about doing it themselves...

Post-moving

I’m still here, been busy with packing and moving the last few days. Saturday’s move went well, kudos to all who came out and helped the Wife and me/I.

Felt a little bit sad leaving the apartment where we spent the past 3½ years. When we moved into the apartment on 26^th street, we were about to get married a few weeks later and start a life together. This time we move, yet another life is about start.

I think Samster is growing well even though he/she is still an eggplant according to Wife's weekly email. She is very miffed about it, guess I should be too. Truthfully (I hate when grown-ups use that word), some sort of change in vegetable/fruit would be fun. Think Sam is supposed to gain lots of weight these the coming and I can't wait until Sam has the weight and size of a (small) pumpkin. The Wife might not be so pleased though, tossing and turning in bed is already a nightly struggle.

We like the new place so far. However, there is a slight problem with quarter-sized hole in the pipe taking water from the washer which leads to a small fountain in the basement each time we do laundry. The landlord has been notified and I'll keep you updated with the progress (or lack thereof) of the repairs.

Slow Today

Went to the Flyers game last night together with a Swiss guy. We got box seats with an open bar and food through his alumni. The beer selection was, mildly put, awful so I didn't do much damage. The food was actually half-decent, better than expected.
Guess I should take advantage and go to games and happy hours while I can, at the end of June I will be needed at home and can't be running around having fun, right?

I know, another boring post. Just feeling too tired and hungry to produce a masterpiece.

XOXO

Double Digits

We are now in double digits until birth and the Wife keeps expanding. It is funny to see how the belly affects her already "stellar" balance, putting on a pair of pants while standing is quite eventful. I am doing my best to be a supportive husband by not laughing...

Sam is getting more powerful each day. Last night he/she showed that placenta who is boss.

I think we are having a boy, the Wife thinks girl. One of us will be right.

Dreaming of Beer

A slow day at work and I start dreaming about brewing beer. Have never brewed before, just been doing a lot of quality control. I'm just thinking it would be fun working my magic and see what deliciousness I can create.
Wonder why I have so many ideas now that I'm having a mini-me. Is it because I worry about getting older and won't have time for fun stuff anymore? That is possibly the case. Or is simply because I have too much idle time on my hands when at work? That is more likely the case.
Nevertheless, names have been picked out for my brews; the unfiltered wheat is called Schuykill; the light pilsner is Hipster Delite; my awesome IPA shall be named Hoppy Hippo. The stout is yet to decided. Do you have any suggestive suggestions?

Miffed Liverpool were eliminated yesterday.

Stay-at-home dad?

We have started looking for a daycare now that we know where we'll move. Daycare is expensive, very expensive. Sending Sam to daycare for a month will eat up my entire monthly salary. Good thing the Wife can cover rent, food and utilities.
We are pondering if I should be a stay-at-home dad to avoid daycare costs. Since I don't make much money, staying home would not be a big loss for us. I honestly wouldn't mind staying home with Sam and getting know the little monster. How hard can it be to take care of a six-month old?

Car seat; check!

Julie at Buy Buy Baby rocks, she helped us pick out a car seat that fits the Saturn.
With that, our registry is finalized. Bring on the Baby Shower!
The rest of the weekend was pretty quiet, but good. Tried to run on Saturday, but my knee hurt too much after 13 minutes. No Wilmington Half Marathon on 3/27 for me :( That sucks, I was actually looking forward to to run the race.
Sunday was good. Started the day with brunch at Bridgids where we said good bye to Michelle, the bartender, who got a new gig. Then we went on a 4.5 mile walk to South Philly where I got a hair cut and hung out with some friends of the Wife's.
Monday did not start off well. Some douches where out in their backyard smoking at 3 am. Their talking woke us up and even though they went inside after a while, the next smoke break was in 30 minutes. The smoking and talking continued until 5:30 am...
Wish we could leave the city and live more rurally.

Signed, sealed and delivered

Lease signed, bank account empty. We finally signed the lease for our new place, moving in on April 1. Excited to have a tiny backyard where I can improve my bbq-skills. Ribs, chicken, burgers, you name it, I'll grill it.

Next step is to get furniture for Sam (whose size by the way, is equivalent to a small bag of sugar). Crib, changing table and dresser, am I missing anything of importance?

Kicking and Punching

Yesterday it happened. Sam, the little rascal, kicked me! The kick/punch/head butt felt neat. It felt like a rabbit punch, like Sam was punching a speed bag.
Does it feel more real now? To an extent yes, but until I hold Sam in my arms, it will not be 100% real. How real is it now? Don't know, I can't quantify it.

We are still struggling to find a car seat that fits the Saturn. The backseat is not long enough and the car seats we have tried out so far have all been dangling over the edge of the seat. When I grew up, that would not have been a problem, but nowadays it is. Sam is not even allowed to leave the hospital unless he/she is in a safe car seat. Why do they care how we transport our baby home?

Waiting

Still waiting to hear back from the landlord, hopefully we'll get the place so we can start looking and planning for daycare.

Weekend starts today. Going to play squash with S tonight and tomorrow is Philadelphia Craft Beer Festival. Two Swedes and I are going to the Navy Yard to sample several beers.
Sunday morning is christening for baby L. His pappa is Swedish, mamma from Texas (I think). The event will take place at the Old Swedes Church in south Philly, depending on how it is, Sam/papaya will also have his/her christening there. I can do without christening, but the Wife wants it.

Not homeless after all?

Our lease expires April 1. Until yesterday, we didn't have a new place lined up. But then Craigslist delivered and we saw a place in our hood. The house is big and has a decent sized backyard, the big negative is the number of abandoned homes on the block. However, the area is slowly shifting and the homes shouldn't be abandoned much longer. Meeting the owner tonight to sign the application and some other papers, hold the thumbs and we won't be homeless come April 1!

A week with nothing going on

Last week had something going on every night:
Tuesday I met a Swede for drinks. I had a good time speaking Swedish and discussing business ideas. Was happy to hear that he liked an idea I have. Now I need to get it started.
Wednesday was spent cleaning the apartment to make it ready for the landlord to list it. Still have to find something to move to next month.
Thursday was vodka tasting with Swedish Chamber of Commerce at Racquet Club of Philadelphia. I am normally not a vodka drinker, but trying different types of liquor made for an interesting and fun night.
Friday I looked at a house to rent on Poplar. The house would have been a good investment since it was well priced and had a garage and good layout. But it would have been too much that needed fixing to make it worthwhile for us.
On Sunday (Saturday was very relaxed and non-eventful), a trip to Target and Wegmans in Collegeville. We mostly finalized our registry at Target, though we still need a car seat. Otherwise, we are pretty much done. Listed some onesies and bottles yesterday, bring on parenthood, we are well equipped!

Travel Bug...

...Yes, I got the bug. So many places to visit, so little time and money. Trans-Siberian Railway is number one on the list, where it is been for the past ten years. Japan, South Africa, Banff and Patagonia round-up the top five.
Even though we just got back from trips to Sweden and Mexico in January, I'm itching to hit the road again. A road trip to Pittsburgh would be more than enough to scratch the itch. Put that in context with my post from yesterday about moving and all you hobby-psychologists out there can analyze me.

The Wife found the photos from the 20 week ultrasound, maybe she is not the worst-mother-of-the-year after all. And she made me delicious lunch, the Wife rules!

Fergie's

Off to meet an old Swede at Fergie's. Not very often I speak Swedish for a whole evening and neither does he. The more we drink, the more swenglish we use. He has almost live longer in the States than Sweden. I don't want to that. Even though I always left Stockholm and Sweden as soon as I could, staying in the US and especially Philly for a long period is not appealing to me.

Short, rambling post today. Maybe better tomorrow.

Happy Presidents Day

The Wife is off today, spending the day shopping and hanging with her mother in Jersey. I would prefer to hang in Jersey, rather than being at work.

Had a good weekend. Saturday was wedding day with A+G doing it, getting married that is. Windy and chilly day, but fun. I enjoyed the beers and fell/bounced off the bed at home, to the amusement of the Wife. Enjoyed the attention and comments the belly got, people seemed genuinely excited. I am not a person that would comment on other people's pregnancy bellies, but maybe I should.

Sunday was slow. Had brunch at Bridgids followed by watching three NHL games. Felt better than expected.

Slow

Afternoon lull, luckily I can follow the minute-by-minute reporting of Liverpool v Sparta Prague in Europa League.
Will have more to report after weekend, Saturday is the A+G wedding!

Interview

Interviewed yesterday, found out early during the meeting that I wasn't qualified for the position, wished the company had posted a better job description. The job search continues, but the optimist in me still thinks 2011 will be a good year professionally.

The belly is getting bigger by each day. Hopefully, we should start feeling some kicks soon. I want kicks, that would make the whole pregnancy feel more real to me. It is still abstract to me, shopping for strollers and looking for day care doesn't change that. Kicking will.

Sunday Round-Up

Sunday was fairly productive. First, went to a clothing store to look for maternity jeans for the Wife, not very exciting but I am trying to be supportive and we had other errands to take care of. Ikea was the next stop to look at cribs. They mostly look the same, which one to pick? We didn't buy anything, we are waiting until after our move to get the furniture we will need. Visits to a crowded Target and ShopRite ended the shopping for the weekend.
Spent the afternoon with G, she helped me prepare for a job interview.

Still need to decide on a car seat.

Progress

We spent three hours at Buy Buy Baby yesterday. Got a registry started and picked out a stroller. Think we did a good job, even though we didn't decided on a car seat. One thing is for sure, baby stuff are expensive. It was actually pretty fun registering for stuff we had no clue we needed. Head support for the stroller? We go one of those. Cooler attachment for the stroller? It's on the registry.
Still, list is far from complete. We still need to pick a car seat.

Friday Afternoon

Quiet evening with packing and cleaning planned. But first, we are going to look at a house to rent in zip 19147. I'd prefer to stay in 19130, but it makes sense to move. Not easy to find a decent place at a good price in south Philly, though.

Early morning on Saturday, we are going to beautiful Cherry Hill in New Jersey to see what Buy Buy Baby has to offer and to start a registry. We are pretty clueless what we should put on the registry. Expect us to add a lot of crap but omitting the important stuff, like a crib.

20+ weeks

On Wednesday we had our 20 week ultrasound. The Wife was nervous, I was nervous because she was. Luckily, the ultrasound went well. Sam (that is what he/she is called at the moment), has a good heart beat, 138 bpm, and is not missing any vital organs. So far, everything is going to plan, due date is still at the end of June. That night we went out for pho with two couples. We showed the photos that were taken at the ultrasound. The lasses were excited, the lads not so much. The pho was great, the beer not so much.

Monday - tired

Weekend was good. Saturday brought rain and miserable weather. Didn't stop us from doing much needed grocery shopping. Re-stocked pantry and a freezer full of lunches, feels good not having to buy lunch everyday. Saturday night the Wife and I went to Flyers v Stars. Decent game but a good result, Flyers 3-1 winners. Not buying two $8 beers each time is nice. Btw, before the game, we stopped by at Jose Pistolas. The nachos are awesome!
Sunday brought Liverpool v Chelsea and Superbowl. Very happy with the Liverpool win and with Torres leaving the pitch without perfmorming well against his former club. Superbowl was hosted by a Swedish couple. Drank many beers, hence my tiredness.

Found out that a fellow Philly-Swede and his wife are having a baby. I am at that age when people are starting to re-produce. The Wife has two lady-friends that are due around the same time as we are. Guess it is a good thing they can share their thoughts/worries and whatever research they do. Maybe I should do the same with the fellow Philly-Swede.

Friday

Finally Friday is here. Hasn't been a long week, but I'm looking forward to a weekend with the Flyers on Saturday night and Liverpool v Chelsea and Superbowl on Sunday.
Do have to pack and getting rid of crap before upcoming move later this spring.
Want to run tomorrow morning, but the forecast calls for freezing rain and/or snow. Maybe I'll just go the gym instead.

Sunny today!

Hope the weather keeps improving - I am tired of the snow. Don't get me wrong, I am from Sweden and I like a nice cold winter with lots of snow. Problem is that Philadelphia is not a city that knows how to deal with the white mess. There are still unploughed streets and bus detours in my 'hood, even though the last snowstorm was more than a week ago...

Beginning of a new chapter

A chapter that started in late September. The wife got pregnant, due in June. I am clueless what to do, but I'm trying my best to listen and being supportive. Know we'll do a good job as we are a good team. Scary nonetheless.
Writing this blog is also a new chapter. This is my first ever blog and I normally don't write, hope you'll enjoy it.