“How to marry a Swedish woman”. Or man.

I get so many nice emails from you guys! Every now and then someone decides to drop me a line saying something kind. Even when I was absent from here, people stumbled upon my blog and told me how much they liked it – daily!

However, I get so many odd letters, too. People read this article on dating in Sweden (which is the most popular article on this site, it gets thousands of hits every week). Then they notice the name of the website. To them, the words Swedish Love Affair must be suggesting it’s a dating site.

Not only do some strangers wish to “get to know” me better. Some are also asking me about “hooking up with a Swedish woman”. Or a Swedish man. “How to marry a Swedish woman?” is a common question, “how to marry a Swedish man?” is another. Yeah, if I knew the answer I would have done it already, wouldn’t I? Haha!

Some people send me short versions of their biographies and attach photos to make it easier for me too hook them up with someone. They all tell me they’re nice and kind people. Maybe I should start an agency? Swedish Love Affair – dive into a love affair! That would be my slogan.

No, seriously. I’m considering filtering my email so it would sort out certain keywords. ‘Marry’ would be one of them for me.


You will always be my baby

I’m afraid my Johannes is not a baby anymore. Obviously, he’s still my baby. But look at him! He looks big. He is not even that fat anymore, not the way babies usually are. I think that’s because he’s become a boy now.

He likes to do things traditionally referred to as ‘boyish’. Throwing stones, breaking sticks, digging dirt with his new shoes, driving cars and crushing them against the wall and other things like that.

He wants to be fashionable, too. He insists on wearing this knitted beanie and a quilted jacket! At least I’m happy he can’t grow one of those huge bushy beards just yet. The one every somewhat trendy guy is wearing in my city at the moment. Is it the same where you live?


Vintage doll bed makeover

I found this vintage doll bed at the attic the other day. It must pretty pretty old, maybe 30 years or so.

It was in a shabby condition with the white paint peeling everywhere, but it actually looked shabby in that nowadays fashionable manner. The way it looked it could  fit in one of those small interior and toy boutiques usually placed in the old town of every large city.

At first I wanted to leave this bed as it was, but then I decided that it would be more play-friendly if I refreshed the paint. After all, I wanted it for Johannes. So he could learn that even his toys need sleep sometimes, and maybe become more enthusiastic about going to bed at night himself.

So I gave the doll bed two coats of paint (which wasn’t too easy, since it’s pretty detailed). I sewed the bedding (hand quilting right there!). I gave felt pads to each foot of the bed so it wouldn’t scratch our wood floors when Johannes moves it around.

And then there was one morning when Johannes saw his new doll bed standing in our living room with the stuffed animals sleeping in it.

I’m not going to lie and say that he loved it. He didn’t. It’s turns out that he actually hates the idea of the the toys sleeping and whenever he sees a toy lying in there (I didn’t give up easily) he gets really mad and throws it out.

He only accepts the bed as a pushing wagon for him to sit in and for me to push around the apartment. Well, in that case at least I’m happy we’re not scratching the floor while “driving” the bed.


Beanies and baking

Whenever I take a selfie together with Hannes I just come to realize how round my face actually is – all over again every time!

I hope you guys had a nice day today! I’ve been feeling a bit under the weather today (sore throat!), but I had a good time anyway. For instance, here you can see us wearing our new beanies. Nice, isn’t it?

And later at night my mum came over to us and taught Johannes how to bake a certain type of cookies. The two of them are going to attend a baking competition with these cookies tomorrow morning!

He seemed to really have gotten the hang of it, so I hope we’re going to enjoy his baking more often from now on!


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I have moved!

Now this is what I call a proper break from the blog! Hello again, dear readers!
I have missed you.

A lot of things have happened since we spoke last. The biggest one is that we have moved to a different city. Hannes got a new job, which gave us a choice of a few large cities to move to (Stockholm and Copenhagen among them), so exciting! We almost moved to Stockholm, but however, at the last minute we decided for Gothenburg.
Gothenburg is the second largest city in Sweden, and is also the place where both Hannes and I grew up. Who would have thought! This means our families  and most of our friends are always near, so we can hang out and Johannes gets to know them well.
We have only lived here a month or so, and so far I’m happy. I will tell you more in detail about our new place and other points-of-interest soon!


Long weekend in Sweden

Last Friday Sweden celebrated it’s National Day. It’s a national holiday, so most people had a three-day weekend! Luckily the weather was absolutely beautiful, so everyone headed outdoors. And so did we. Today (and I mean all day!) was spent at the botanical garden, which is situated about 5 minutes from where we live.
We started by feeding ducklings. Johannes loves to feed animals, but then again who doesn’t?

Johannes decided to wear his sailor outfit.

I wore my new ballet flats.

Of course, we had several coffee breaks during the day. There’s a great café at the botanical garden!

We made sure to spend some time rolling around in the grass.

Of course, Hannes and Greger were there too.

While Johannes was napping the rest of us had lunch.

It’s hard to take a good picture together with a one year old, because of how fast he moves all over the place! And for the same reason it’s almost impossible to take a picture without him in it.

Johannes made friends with a three-year-old named Anna. He called her Na. They picked daisies together.

And then there was this butterfly that kept landing on me all day. I hope that’s for luck.


Another kind of party

Everything changes fast, doesn’t it? In my previous life most of the Fridays and Saturdays were spent at wild clubs and parties drinking tequila. These days they’re spent on the playground. And who would have thought it was more fun?!
Here’s our family having a tea party last Saturday. Another kind of party.

Greger doesn’t approve of all the children there. He prefers to stay safe at Johannes’ Bugaboo. Still, he makes sure to shake his body as best he can, pretending he’s extremely cold and breaking all the grandmothers’ hearts.