Automatic translation of text Livet är ett pussel Familjen fick ett 1000-bitar pussel i julklapp. Tillsammans med barnen satte jag mig ner för att klura ihop det hela. Ganska snart mindes jag varför jag hade tyckt om det här så mycket när jag själv var ung: att lägga ett pussel är ett bra sätt att slappna av och låta tankarna flyta fritt. Och man blir lätt filosofisk. Livet är ju som ett pussel, tänkte jag, när jag såg alla bitarna i en enda röra. Det finns en hel
Yesterday Johannes had his first day in school after the heart surgery. He wanted me to go with him, so I took the day off from work and helped him get settled in. It went very well. He was beaming when he saw his class mates again. This will do him a lot of good, I thought. Today he went by himself, but before I went to work, during the school’s morning break, I went over to there (we live next door) just to see that he was happy. And he was. On the way back I passed Isak an
Louis: “Okay, Clara, are you ready to be creative? Clara: “You know it, dad!” Louis: “Alright, start by picking up that yellow knife.” Clara: “Are you sure, dad? You told me never to play with knives.” Louis: “Thanks, sweety, for listening to dad, but this one is made of plastic.” Clara: “Oh, fun! Then I can go like this!” Louis: “Well, I think it’s more useful in other ways…” Clara: “Ah, I see! Like this, perhaps?” Louis: “Uh…well.. maybe?” Johan
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.