The Snow Globe Effect

Last Christmas, Mother Sweden pulled out all of the stops and gave us a lot of snow that created the perfect magic to get everyone into the Christmas spirit.  It was lucky that my parents were there to experience the beauty themselves.  The snow hanging on the branches of the trees made it feel like we were walking in a snow globe that had just been lightly shaken and all of the glittery snowflakes had just settled down again.  The woods were quiet except for the crunching of our boots. We kept marveling at how beautiful it was and I called it the "Snow Globe Effect."

This Christmas we had weather that was rainy and consistently in the 40s and gave us the overall blah feeling.  Though the weather didn't help put us in the Christmas spirit, Stockholm still dresses up for the occasion and we hit up the Christmas markets and the NK store windows.

So, here we are in January and we finally, finally, have snow in Stockholm that is suitable for sledding.  Yesterday as I was walking Calvin to school, these huge flakes started falling and I just sighed and thought, "here's the snow globe feeling I've been waiting for!"  Calvin looked at me and says confusedly, "It's Christmas? It's not Christmas..."  No, it's not Christmas but it finally feels like it.  Hope you can enjoy the snow globe effect where you are this winter!

5 Indoor Energy Releasing Activities for Your Toddler

It's winter time and most people are looking at sub zero temperatures for days on end.  Calvin played trains with Jonathan very patiently for 12 days straight but at some point, you need to release a bit more energy than trains, PlayDoh and stickers can provide.

1. Costumes

We have collected a few costumes over the course of the year for various reasons but have also gotten creative with some fun animal paper plates that we converted into masks.  We do a lot of dressing up, pretending and chasing in these costumes.  Exercise that imagination and you'll find yourself having fun in their little world.

2. Beach ball basketball/chase/throw around

       

Beach balls can be fun in the summer but also a lifesaver in the winter time.  They float in the air and do minimal damage to lamps and pets.  Play some beach ball basketball, keep away or chase.  I discovered that my beach ball skills are akin to that of a Harlem Globetrotter and I impress Calvin with my super skills.  Also, it didn't take long for Calvin to discover that if he bounced off the walls with the beach ball in his arms, that he had a built-in airbag for each collision.  We had to set some rules in place but this little beach ball ended up expending a lot of his energy.

3. Creeping/sneaking
This one takes commitment. One person needs to pretend to be unaware that the toddler is sneaking/creeping up on them and then pretend to be surprised when they attack with tickles.  You can creep really slowly while your child runs around the house and hides.  It is endless fun for your toddler and requires little energy on your part.

4. Jumping off furniture

This one may not be socially acceptable at other people's houses, but it's your house so go nuts.  You have to get your toddler's energy out SOMEHOW and your options are really limited.  Just teach them to jump safely - set boundaries and always observe them - and to bend their knees.  Calvin jumped all stiff legged once and ending up jamming his knee. His little 2 year old knees were sore for a few days and I felt like Mother of the Year, but I think he learned a lesson. Always bend your knees upon landing!  Now he does a full squat when he lands so he's burning even MORE energy. Win win!

5. Tickles

Nothing is more fun or interactive than attacking your child with a TICKLE MONSTER.  The squeals of delight will lighten your mood and will exhaust their lungs.  Laughing burns 1.3 calories/min and relieves emotional stress. Combine your best tickle monster with any of the above four activities and you'll have yourself one tired toddler.  Job well done.

The twelve trains of christmas!

Calvin got a huge delivery of Brio train tracks from Santa this year, and he's been having a ton of fun with them so far.  Luckily, I'm home from work till January 7th, so Calvin and I talked about it and decided that doing a new track each day would be the greatest thing we've ever done.

We used a bunch of websites as our e-muse's:
http://www.pinterest.com/mywoodenrailway/train-track-layouts/
http://www.squirreltracks.com/layouts/layoutexamples.html

Next Stop: TRAIN CITY!!!!!

Day 1 - Santa's Design: TRAIN CITY!!
Review: The first train track layout we've had with more than a figure eight.  Calvin LOVED it - he kept driving around saying "this is AMAZING".  We might have more fun layouts later on, but this will always be my favorite.

Day 2 - Dragon Castle

Ain't no party like a crawfish party

“Lis, when this is done, I’ll officially be a swede.  And have proven myself a man. But you better step away.  When this gets opened, the smell could induce labor” [EDITOR NOTE - THIS ALL OCCURRED AND WAS WRITTEN IN SEPTEMBER, PRE-LUCY]

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In Atlanta, the fall was all about festivals – whether they were food fests, art fests, or wine/beer fests, every weekend could be spent celebrating something.  Here it’s different.  They still have seasonal parties most weekends, but they are more informal neighborhood affairs – usually involving seafood and schnapps. Lots and lots of schnapps. 

Our first party this year was a neighborhood Swedish crawfish fest.  We had heard about this for a long time now, but last year the plans just never came together.  Our new neighborhood gets together every year for one  though, so we were excited to be a part of it.  When the invitation first got put in our mailbox, we weren’t sure the details.  Do we give money to someone to get the supplies?  Who has a pot big enough for the whole neighborhood? Then we found out that it was more of a potluck style – everyone gets their own food ready at home, and shows up with their dinner and just eat together.  We knew that Swedish crawfish would be a little different than what we were used to – instead of Cajun seasoning, they would use dill (obviously), and instead of being a one-pot dish, they would be cold (weird).  They are also served with cheese pie, boiled potatoes, and bread.   That sounded like a good plan, but we wanted to play up our American-ness a bit so we reached out to some of our N’awlins family and friends for recipe recommendations. 

Day of the party, we looked outside and the neighbors had set up a HUGE tent with 3-4 tables underneath.  Maybe 20+ people all together. We were the last ones ready, so we showed up with a huge steaming bowl overflowing with corn, potatoes, Andouille, and crawfish. Lis also made a batch of her (now) world famous Cajun cornbread.  Everything was FANTASTIC.  Neighbors kept walking by asking to trade for some of our crawfish – which we were happy to do.  The cornbread was easily the biggest hit of the night, everyone loved it. Every few minutes, people would take a break from cold dill crawfish to sing a song and have a group schnapps.  Good times all around. 

Once dinner was over, Lis took Calvin inside to get him ready for bed.  One of our friends asked if I needed to head in as well – Lis could kind of see where the night was going and said it was probably best if I hung out as long as possible.  So now my job was to make friends, and make friends the only way I know how – through large quantities of booze.

Once the sun went down  and the crawfish were put away, the schnapps and beers managed to stay on the table.    A lot of the adults were still out, and kids were out until way past midnight.  This fact (and that the folks not outside were probably sleeping) did NOT deter the party from quickly turning into a discussion on the finer points of Scandinavian death metal.  After a few more hours of “networking” and being told that I “was not made of sugar, thatj’s for damn sure” (I think that was a compliment), I decided to go to bed on the couch downstairs because calvin was waking up very, very shortly.

One thing I had FORGOTTEN about evidently was that at some point that night we had agreed and set a date for me to become fully Swedish.  Not only did we set a date, but we put it into our phones.

I only remembered this two weeks later. 

(Part II – Surstromming coming soon!)

Handbollen!

Every Tuesday night now, I imagine myself as Yao Ming, Ichiro or one of the baseball players from Latin America that barely speaks any English.  I’ve read about these players for years, how the teams bring in translators for them, but that they basically go through practice without every REALLY knowing what the coach is yelling about, or what their teammates are saying.  They just go out and do their jobs, knowing that they’ve played long enough and are talented enough to figure out what is needed.

So I guess that is where my imagination gets a little ahead of me.  Because I’ve never actually played Handbollen before…nor ever seen a full game…and my teammates have played since they were 9.

So for 8 to 10 years.

This began when my neighbor last year asked me to play in the local “innebandy” (floor hockey)  pickup game held at the school gym 10 feet from our house.  We would get together once a week (if we had enough players), show up, run around and be out of there within an hour.  In the winter when you don’t really want to exercise outside at all, this was HUGE.  I really enjoyed playing and it was fun, casual atmosphere.  Most of the guys were a few years older than me, so I could out-hustle them to make up for my lack of hockey skills. And they didn’t mind when I missed the ball completely on my slapshot, because they know I was just learning.

When we moved out to Åkersberga, I wanted to find something similar. But for some reason, all I found were “official” clubs.   I emailed the innebandy league, the handball league and the basketball league.  I found nothing that was “casual” enough for me.  Eventually, my coworker called and used some magic Swedish words and told me that the Handball club would practice on Tuesday night – 8pm. He also said that it wasn’t a pick-up league – that it was Division 4.  I had no idea what that meant, and I’ve never played handball, but Sweden is one of the best in the world at it, and so it was shown on the Olympics a lot last year.  I remembered a little of the game, so obviously I would be a natural at this one.

As I said, last year it was just 6-8 middle-aged guys showing up and playing hockey.  When I showed up for my first practice, there was a coach and 12 guys already stretching and jogging.  The first practice started off with about 10 minutes of running, then another 10 minutes of focused running, with a final 10 minutes of really fast running.  All directed by a coach’s whistle.  Not exactly the informal thing I was thinking. 

We then switched to drills.  Which were all in Swedish.  The coach gave a 5 minute explanation of what we were all supposed to do, then looked at me and kind of shrugged.  I agreed that no explanation was necessary and jumped to the back of the line – I would be able to figure it out by following everyone else.

Some of the other weird parts of that first practice were that they use sticky wax on their hands.  There is a big vat of pine tar type stuff that you dip a few fingers into to get a better grip on the ball.  That DOES NOT come off and I almost had to sleep in my contacts that night for fear of poisoning my eyes.  As opposed to innebandy, I was not the on the faster side of the age curve here – I made the horrible mistake of asking one of the guys how old everyone was – he let me know that he was 19, the guy on my left was 17 but that some of the guys were probably in their mid-20’s. And they were all fast and in shape. Also, practice was not the 60 minutes in and out that I was used to, this went a full 90, with the last 15 spent doing more running. 

The guys were all nice – definitely (most likely) all younger than me, and spoke Swedish 100% of the time, but this was good.  It was actually one of the few times since we’ve been out here that people don’t switch to English automatically.  I might actually get a chance to learn Swedish from them.

We’ve had a few practices now and my learning curve is moving in the right direction – I’ve almost gotten close to not taking anything OFF the table.  Another few weeks and maybe I’ll actually add something, but we’ll see. So far I  would not be recruited to the national team yet, but well on my way. 

We have had two games so far – and because they are Division IV, they are actually against other cities.  So weird.  Last week was a home game, and I was ready to show Lisa and Calvin how handbollen was played!  I had prepped lisa that I would like just be sitting on the bench for the game as I had just figured out how to run and catch the ball.  We get there and I realize that everyone else has official jerseys…when I ask the coach he says that they only have 10 spots on the whole team, so it might be best if I watch this one from the stands.  A little embarrassing probably, but it was good to actually see an actual handball game.  And I could tell Lis and Calvin what was going on ( a little bit at least).  It was also the first time I’d seen Åkersberga play against other teams.  The first game we saw was the 15 yr old girl game.  These girls were possibly the most ruthlessly efficient team I have ever seen in any sport ever. EVER.  They were a combination of rick pitino-style full court press with oregon’s no huddle offense.  They literally made girls on the other team cry.  Watching them, I was pretty sure I would have been further down on their depth chart than the team I was playing with.  I asked one fo the guys and evidently this team is one of the best in the country.  Then we watched our game get started – and I felt a lot better about myself.  The other team were more what I was expecting, older, a little out of shape, just having fun.  I definitely could have played with those guys no problem.  Needless to say, our team KILLED them.  They were doing no-look passes, fast breaking constantly and just overall playing a class above.  That’s when I realized that I hadn’t just decided to walk on to a regular handball team – I’d basically walked on to the Alabama crimson tide of Swedish division 4 handball. 

So now my goal is to keep playing, reduce the mistakes, and start to get a better feel for the flow of the game.  I’m still convinced that I’m going to be a stud at this game, it might just take a few more months and bruises than I had anticipated.  Maybe a better goal would be to suit up for one game this season….

(UPDATE – I WROTE THIS THE DAY BEFORE LUCY WAS BORN.  I HAVEN’T BEEN BACK SINCE…SO TBD I GUESS)