bring on cory haim & cory feldman

No sun, just a grey day... and all I thank think of is, if I was home at mums back in Stockholm.
I would grab a duve, and park my ass on the sofa and watch all of these...

 

 trailors are such a tease...

I am sorry!

I have not really introduce me to you.

        It SIMPLE you either like me or you don’t. 

                                                           But I love creative things.
                                                                              Like...

Ungrateful people And 3 seconds...

Ungratefulness does actually exist in all of us, unfortunate more in some...

The person pushing the pushchair...
Could be you?
The yummy looking daddy...
the tired Chevy fake tan girl...
Proud grandpa...
The uncle who loves the bounce on the four wheels...
We all will eventually end up on that side.
Sadly is how many seem to have forgotten that hard work!
Scary it can take a sec.. Or 2 ... or even 3…

Are you the right "A pushchairs pusher" person? With all the right ingredients??? Happy, smiling pusher with patient and loads of fantastic entertaining skills. Prefer non-smoking, willing to go those 10000 extra miles. This is a fulltime position with great life experience!
In return we offer you great amount of pooh, dealing with idiots on public transport. Free housewife missions, cleaning, tiding, cooking, and more cleaning, tiding... Loads of calories as we hand out free chocolate bars, fat is great. Many visit to the Gp, health is important and that's why we love sending the pushchair pusher to the lorry for MRI scan on a car park. As a growing organization we want to avoid "same shit, different day" by developing the 3 sec fish memory.

If this is you,
Please send us your personal letter and CV to thepushchair@pusher.com

Just to let you know... sadly...

We don't really exist, but if you carry any form of anger, maybe just a little, or the size of toothpaste... perhaps 1600kg or anger as big as Asia, or 100 elephants, OR Imaging anger as big as the universe. Yes... Any form of anger... writing helps...

BUT still! I do want to take my anger and hit, NO! drive it over everyone who just doesn’t give a dam when I say my discs (the fuckers got names) L4 and L5 are making my yummy mummy dream life a nightmare.
I am sad and deep in me; I really wish I were like Dory in finding memo...
3 seconds... Ungratefulness... just about enough for me to handle...

Priory Park will forever be in our memories...

On a day like, it seemed perfect to introduce the park to baby L.
Actually it was introducing baby L to the park.
As I thought he will run bare feet on its grass, play ball games with his dad,
and hopefully cuddle and roll around with me one day.
I know Priory Park will be the perfect free gift to us.
I wish it was a bit bigger. Its children, family, pregnant and
buggy friendly place, unlike London Public transport the bus.
I HATE THE BUS and YES I HATE THE PEOPLE ON IT.
Every time I’m on the bus I get the feeling that the buggy and me are not welcome, and it’s very clear each time that “we” (baby & I) are in the wrong place.
London, one of the fashion capitals, “arty farty” to young to start a family,
London the city who does not like babies.
Seriously… if London had a love for these babies it would be more children friendly. Compare to my city, STOCKHOLM.
A true love story from the beginning to the end with free D vitamin Supplies.
No complications. No frustration. A city for everyone, and most of all for the ones who can’t walk, talk and loves drooling.
The sun brought me out to the park, along with a coffee frescatto, blanket,
and book and of course the camera and of course my “little lovey”.
And loads of snapshot to show my other half. Say if we were in Stockholm,
those snapshot would have a third person smiling at the camera.

Wishing for the sun, might come true...
wishing for the other half to have the time... (silent can be an answer too)...

Play date with others....

L met new babies and himself. I met new mummies... I kindof felt like a mirror, "mirrornizing" them all, and of course criticizing. I'm a Virgo it's in my nature, bad habit. For my own ego, my soul heeded just that tiny evidence that my role as a mum is devotion, loving & caring... And for me that can never be too much.

When would too much loving hurt anyone?

Like one of the mum keep shoving bottle of milk in to her non-stop crying baby girl. 

From my point of a view the baby girl needed that security "hugandrocking". She had just woken up, were in a totally different room from when she fell asleep, and loads of other people. 

Do I blame her? 

No! I would probably be just as scared if I fell asleep in my bed and suddenly wake up anywhere else. But writing that, I think I would be O.K if I were on Skiathos.

Preferable on the beach...

Also this mum was using formula milk, I believe, so even more that her baby need more of that security and that mummy time. 

I did review myself, as I compared myself to the other mums I saw. 

I may bit to "Lovy" with my baby...

Have conversations and my reply are oooooo, aaaaahhh  

To concern about his health... Is he cold? Hot?

Telling bad dreams to go away and leave my boy alone at night times.

Sing and ply music

Always have my hand on back of his head, when rocking. Give that extra...

Dress him up, anything part from baby blue. H&M     

Sometimes I Curse mostly at typical English things... Which makes Sweden so much better!!!!  

How I hate people wearing shoes in my flat and outdoor clothes.

Questioning others opinion about rasing babies and what I should and shouldn’t do for my!

How I personally believe that good mummy and baby relationship reflects in a baby’s behavior.

My little one is a smiler!

So I must be doing ok. Star wise I'm cool with 3. 

Why??

Someone ones told me

"Loving your own created work to 100 % would stop you from learning and developing your skill" 

and I got the website zerotothree
wich is like a baby bibel...  It makes more sence then the bible. 
Read for yourself!

I Learn About My Feelings and Who I Am

• I feel secure when you hold me and smile at me.
  
• Sometimes I startle, get frightened, or have taken in too much stimulation, and I need help to settle down.
  
• I learn to comfort myself. I may suck on my fingers or hands.
  
• I can show you many feelings. I smile and wiggle to show you that I like playing with you. I frown or cry when you stop playing with me. I arch my back and turn away when I need a break from playing or interacting.

A good snapshot stops a moment from running away…

And these babyfeet are growing toooo fast. Newborn size, no longer fits him.  I have packed them all, within my memory and I have made space for the 3 months,

and for all the rest coming my way...