First up was mum's office where everyone was asking when she would be back at work. I'm only just starting to get to know her so I hope she doesn't go back to work just yet, plus with dad back at work and mum too, who would be looking after me?! I'm only two and a half weeks old...
Mum's work is known as 'research' which seems to mean asking people lots of questions. I think dad might be good at research as he's always asking mum questions, usually about what there is to eat in the kitchen cupboards! All mum's work friends were really nice and watched me as I showed off some of the clothes they'd bought me as a present. They all kept saying how great mum looked and I'd have to agree - I think she looks really pretty every day!
Next up was dad's work. I don't think anyone really understands what dad does at work but his office is above a shop filled with lots of cool, colourful, comfy things and his work involves all this somehow. Mum fell in love with one of these things as we walked round but looked a bit shocked when she saw how much it would cost to buy...
Me and dad sitting on the really, really expensive sofa that mum loves. If I start saving now I might be able to buy it for her one day! |
Everyone has been so kind since I was born and dad's work friends gave me some really cool socks, a baby-grow and apparently there's even something else in the post! I think all the boys at dad's office must have been working really hard as it was mainly lots of girls that came over to meet me. Come to think of it, the same thing happened at mum's office too... Weird. Despite all the cooing and admiration, I somehow managed to stay asleep all through the visits to both mum and dad's work, and everyone thought I was a really well behaved baby - they should hear me cry!
Anyway, enough of me talking, here is a picture of us at dad's work.
Me, mum and some of dad's work friends. |
In there, they sell goodies from where mum's from and she got all nostalgic. Mum had a 'semla'. In Sweden, they have these instead of pancakes on pancake day and mum said they call it Fettisdagen, which basically means 'Fat Tuesday'. She also said it's lucky you only eat a semla once a year as it contains about a year's worth of calories, and since I arrived, she can no longer use the excuse of eating for two! Dad had a 'kladdkaka' which is a stodgy type of chocolate cake. It translates as 'messy cake' and he did make a bit of a mess!
Anyway, I managed to finish off my lunch whilst still asleep (I'm getting good at this multitasking malarkey!) and then it was time to go home on the bus. I carried on sleeping all the way home and by the time we arrived I'd been asleep for six and a half hours, which is tiring work, so I had my dinner and then went back to sleep!
Having some fika at the Scandinavian Kitchen. Mums! |
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