Efter en fem minuter lång sprint med en väska av bly kommer jag äntligen fram till Stockholm centralstation. Men jag rusar fram till spåret bara för att se tåget mot Göteborg rulla iväg. Neeeej! Jag svettas så det ångar innanför rocken, och känner att jag nästan måste ge mig själv första hjälpen. Varför går tåget i tid just denna gång? Varför var chefen tvungen att tala med mig efter konferensens slut? Han visste ju att jag var sen till stationen. Alla dessa varför upptar mit

Those who have read my blog, they know there is a lot of focus on family and the joys of parenting. Sometimes I have asked myself what I want to accomplish with these texts. When I took this photo of Isak last week I understood better. There he was, standing with his arms outstreched in a sea of flowers. A ray of light struck my heart and I knew what it was I wanted. I wanted to celebrate the child. Because children celebrate life. #boy #child #field #flower

Automatic translation of text HUR MÅR DU? JAG SER DIG! Att barn kan säga de mest förunderliga saker, det vet vi alla. Det har jag också gett många exempel på i tidigare inlägg. Men idag sa min snart fyraåriga flicka någon som påverkade mig utöver det vanliga. Egentligen var det bara en enkel fråga. Vi sitter vid frukostbordet när hon spontant lutar sig över, lägger huvudet på sned, tittar in i mina ögon och frågar: ”Pappa… hur mår du egentligen?” Jag hör frågan – och den

He thought this looked easy when I did it, but Isak found out for himself that “blowing out” an egg is quite the workout for the lungs. Grandma Silvana (my mother-in-law) is there to support him. #art #painting #grandmother #mormon #Family #child #Easter #lds #boy #kids #Children #workout #exercise

Lately my sons and I have gone to quite a few hockey games to cheer on our local team, Södertälje (SSK). When we went two days ago the team lost 0-1. In fact, every time we’ve seen them play this season they have lost. I made that comment to the boys and jokingly added that perhaps we should stay home next time. Then perhaps they would win for a change.They didn’t like that idea at all, wondering how in the world their dad ever got so superstitious. Besides, it was fun to go

“A laugh is a smile that bursts.” Mary H. Waldrip #funny #Poetry #babies #Inspiration #photo #qoutes #image #sayings #Happiness #Photography #Family #quote #child #Reflections #pictures #joy #happy #girl #famoussayings #fun #smiles #famousqoutes #baby #kids #Children #images #photos

When our oldest son was in the hospital for his heart surgery (see Repairing My Son’s Heart), my wife and I took turns looking after our baby girl. It turned out, however, that she was looking out for herself most of the time, prancing around the place as if she owned it. First thing she grabbed the stroller and ran, yes ran with it across the hallways. Then she grabbed a nurse and forced her onto the floor to play. I actually think the nurse was happy to have a little break.

Our firstborn came to this world with a serious heart problem. He had holes between the his chambers, which fortunately is a not so unusual condition and easy to fix. But he was also diagnosed with Truncus, meaning he was born with an Aorta but no Pulmonary artery, hence giving his body no chance to receive oxidized blood. The doctors noticed it when he was a week old. I never forget the Cardiologists word during the ultra sound: “Well…” he said abruptly, “your son has a hear

Giving is better than receiving. That’s at least what my daughter thought when we tried to take her picture, luring her with some candy from the side lines. You see what her eyes are saying, don’t you? If you just GIVE me some of that candy YOU will feel a lot better… and I will scream a lot less! And so it was. Just think of all the wonderful things life teaches you. Louis #Giving #babies #Inspiration #christianity #hands #photo #Truthfindingthe #sayings #Photography #christ

What beats a bedtime story? How about four bedtime stories? My sons kidnapped me! They wouldn’t let me go. I started with one story (which was our deal), then a second, just to show them I cared. When my time was up, the little terrorists started pressing me. “You’re not a nice daddy if you leave now”; and “We’re going tell mommy that you…” (well, we’ll skip that part…). “Okay”, I answered with faked authority, “but only one more!” Somehow that one became two. You know, life