Monday, April 25, 2011

Day One

Myrna and I are spending quite a few quality days together while Chris is in the US. Instead of pacing myself on this first day, I aimed for the most extravagant Södermalm park tour I could think of. This was partially spawned by the fact that we have had a beautifully sunny warm Easter weekend, and tomorrow the 70 degree temperature will be replaced with rain. The way too detailed (but I was going to tell Chris) chronicle is as follows:

4:00 am - a taxi picks Chris up to go to the airport.

5:00 am - I get a call from Chris regarding a surprise baggage limit (and weighing) of hand luggage, and he is forced to repack at the airport (thankfully our two checked bags were not quite 50 lbs, but there wasn't a lot of give).

5:45 am - Myrna comes shuffling in, announcing that "there is no Dad - Dad went on a trip." We try to snuggle a bit, but by 6:00 am we have relocated to the living room, where we see the "night bus" drive by.

6:30 am - We wish Grandma a Happy Easter (and postpone the inevitable cartoon watching). Myrna is very excited to tell her about "the boy and his dad who made a mess in church" giggle uncontrollably. Translation: the priest had one of the kids help him sprinkle baptismal water on the congregation. Myrna found this hysterical (and probably a bit confusing since whenever she shakes her water bottle about showering everyone we aren't so pleased).

7:00 am - I finally give in to the cartoon watching. We snuggle up on the couch for some Thomas the Tank Engine and for a minute I think we both might doze a bit. But then we get to the ending Sing-a-Long (Myrna's favorite) and it is hard to sleep when you have to replay the video every 3 minutes. Charlie and Lola is next, and the perfect excuse for me to shower and start on breakfast. I make the mistake of mentioning my plans for a picnic, and before breakfast is on the table, Myrna is informing me that it is "time to go."

9:46 am - We board a bus to Södermalm to head to the park that will eventually be our picnic site. As soon as we are off the bus, I realize it is already warm and time to shed the "spring jackets" (which is really all for the best, as Myrna's freshly washed jacket stayed sand-free).

For the next 2 hours, we enjoy the sun and the crowds of kids (Easter Monday is a holiday). Much time is spent in the sandbox, where Myrna immediately finds the watering can, and holds on to it for dear life, no matter which toy she is playing on. As much fun as digging, sliding and swinging is, the picnic is definitely the topic of conversation. As a last attempt to keep lunch until after 11, I suggest to the very tired looking girl that we get out the new skipping rope she got in her Easter basket. She really wants to be able to skip rope, but inevitably this is as far as she gets.

Noon: It is picnic time! We find grass (far enough away from the big toys and the sandbox) and spread out our blanket and Myrna is ecstatic. She quickly peels a purple Easter egg, inhales the white part, comments that it is a "great picnic" and then realizes she is not in a high chair and can instead run around, rub her hands in some dirt and then come back for a sandwich. What is there not to love about that?

12:30 pm - After the expected fuss of getting into her stroller, Myrna is out for her nap in less than five minutes, and I'm on my way to Drop Coffee for a much needed time-out. Then it is my turn for a picnic (as I didn't even try to enjoy my lunch with her).

2:00 pm - Myrna is happy to wake up in a different park, Mariatorget. After a little play, I convince her that we need to find a slide (as this park didn't have one). Miraculously the bus home happens to be starting it's engines as we pull up to the stop, so I convince Myrna that instead we need to go home to have ice cream (really not such a hard argument to win).

3:30 pm - Mango ice cream on the deck! plus seconds!

3:45 pm - A quick change of clothes and it's back outside - this time in our courtyard. Notice the (different) watering can Myrna has snagged.

We're loving the playground in our courtyard, as well as the water in front of our place and the fact that there is a playground/courtyard every three apartment buildings. If you need to look for ducks, you only have to go a few feet!

5:15 pm - I finally get Myrna back to the apartment for a bath, in which I am informed that I need to "get laptop computer and book" (two essential bath items Dad usually has). As soon as she is out of the bath, she is back on the deck coloring, and reluctantly comes inside for dinner prep, an hour later.

The rest of the evening is as usual, and I'll spare the details. Let's just say this is not a day I'll be repeating tomorrow. More pictures are, as usual, on her April Picasa page.


Christina Merhar said...

I'm tired just reading this! But i loved hearing about your day. Good luck with the remaining 9 days :) And if nothing else, enjoy gaining appreciation for all the single parents out there. (*wink*)

Mark Jabbusch said...

That's one FULL day! Good thing you are (both) young. Wish we could be there to take in some of the sunny warmth, and the sandy-wiches, and the messy church.