Easter in December - Why You Don't Argue with a 2-Year-Old

We've had at least a month of snow and cold. Nevertheless Myrna has recently found her Easter dress* from last year in the closet and insisted on wearing it today. (I just learned from Chris that she has been asking for the last week to wear it, but little did I know when I said ok.) We squeezed it on (over a turtleneck), and let her run around the apartment. There was no telling her that she had to change to go out and about, so we stuffed the tulle and big bows into her snow pants - a truly funny sight.

If she had her way, she still would have that dress on, instead of her pajamas. Though, to Myrna's defense, when she wore it last year on Easter Monday, it actually was snowing.

*A quick look back at photos reveals that this wasn't her Easter dress - rather her Father's Day dress - oops (and it certainly wasn't snowing in Seattle on Father's Day).

Your thumbprints are on the paintwork...

We've been taking Myrna to play at the Kulturhuset for some time, but it's only in the past several weeks that we've taken advantage of the arts studio in the back. It's terrific. They have a full stock of paints, brushes, smocks, and easels. And, crucially, it's no big thing if paint finds its way onto floor or furniture - something you can't always say about home.

An avid colorer, Myrna plunged right into the new expressive prospects afforded by painting. Her earliest work with paint was characterized by heavy brushwork, dense fields of earthy color, and gritty impasto. Though her work to date falls in the realm of the abstract, there's more than a passing similarity in her first work to the hues and application of paint found in the portraits Myrna refers to as Modigliani's "Mamas." Perhaps a legacy of her 2008-2009 residency in Cologne, Myrna additionally liked to cut into the wet paint with pencil or with the back tip of a brush handle à la Gerhard Richter. These disquieted scratches, combined with the clay reds of the paint, give the below composition a brooding, anxious quality that belies the giggly enthusiasm that went into its making.

If I have one criticism of this painting, it's that the thick application of paint led to a dampness-warping of the paper that's made it difficult to properly display.

It's telling that, for sketches and studies at home, Myrna's shifted from thick crayons to soft color pencils. Her latest painting - finished just yesterday - follows suit. There are links to earlier work - a concentration on the right side of the composition, for example - but here she opts for a lighter touch and airier mood. The handling color is more considered, and the lion's share of Myrna's creative process is now devoted to the mixing of colors to meet her acute demand. This is no doubt a product of Myrna's growing understanding of color. She spends much of the day pointing out the pinks, reds, blues, yellows, and greens of the world around her. And, more and more, these correspond to the adult world's chromatic taxonomy. The brighter feel of this latest piece probably also benefited from the unfussy approach Myrna took to painting it. Far from over-thinking the finished product, she completed this one in half the time needed for her first painting. This time she was, it seemed, very eager to wash her hands and brushes in the row of toddler-level sinks she'd discovered on her last visit to the studio.

It's tricky gaining a concrete foothold on Myrna's work and methods, given the abstract nature of the compositions and her reluctance to discuss her art in any satisfactory detail. I took a stab, though. "What are you thinking about," I asked her as she added a few rapid pencil accents to her last piece. Her answer was enigmatic, but certainly in character. "Ducks," she said blithely, reaching for a brush and resuming her work as though no longer aware that I was in the room.

Ohhhhhhh Christmas Tree...

For the first time since moving abroad, we decided to attempt a Christmas tree. Our first Christmas in Germany, we didn't spend at home in Köln, but instead in Berlin. The second Christmas, we had our hands full with Myrna, and last Christmas, well I guess we had our hands full with Myrna too.

Sunday we made the trek to Ikea. I was pretty sure we were setting ourselves up for a disaster - Ikea on a weekend before Christmas sounded daunting. But it actually was just like any other day at Ikea and Myrna was having a ball - starting with ice cream at lunch, and then pure fascination at the Ikea floor displays. If for a moment, we actually believed that she would sit in a kids sized chair while she watched Pippi, we would have easily bought her a miniature lounging chair - but we knew better. Then we hit the kid area, and she was in heaven.

But the real reason for our trip was for Christmas decorations. We had decided a full sized real tree was not for us. A planter sized one was tempting, but we opted instead for the designer metal tree. Of course, the idea in my head hasn't quite been realized. There were no Christmas tree lights at Ikea under $40 a strand (some special eco-friendly power saving fancy things), and once we found some a day later, they had their own surprise. Apparently Christmas tree lights are not available in single strands that you attach together, but instead in one self contained loop (thankfully our tree is tiny and only needed one loop). I'm now conducting a survey to find out what other countries mess up Christmas lights.

Here it is in all it's glory, sitting atop a new red end table. We're still hoping to add some more green garlands, but it's at least a start.....


We did the majority of the decorating after Myrna had gone to sleep. The next morning, we had the celebratory hanging of Piggy-Wiggy. Myrna got excited and tried to put some other pigs on the tree, but we convinced her to put them near the tree instead. She did quite a good balancing job with one of the pigs. This arrangement, by the way, is a family portrait of "Baby, Momma and Dada" (as is any arrangement of animals or buses and staircar).


Myrna still wants to take off the ornaments and hold them, remove their hooks, etc, but we've at least made it two days without it toppling over.

"Who's in charge of scheduling?"

We've found one more reason to cling to our German habit of buying bottled sparkling water from Lidl: they make decent bowling pins. Admittedly, we've never had a full set of ten pins, but Myrna's not exactly rolling a lot of strikes either. And certainly no spares, as she charges into any bottles still standing, kicking them over before I have a chance to explain that she's entitled to a second roll.

Anyway, it's a fun way to pass fifteen minutes on a cold, dark mid-afternoon. I do, worry, though that she will overexert herself -- just look at the heft of this nerf soccer ball!

Ah, and the title to this post does relate to bowling. If you know how, the next round of White Russians is on me.

-17 deg C

We ended November with a bang here in Stockholm. The chill came on and we hit a low 0f -17 deg C on the 30th, the lowest November temperature in Stockholm since 1965. I'm still not able to switch between Celsius and Fahrenheit without a calculator, but -17 deg C is 1.4 deg F. Actually I don't think either of us really realized it was that cold. Myrna and Chris still played outside in the snow for a bit (that's just how Swedish we have become). Today's forecast has us at 30 deg F (sadly not C, that would be really nice) and we're totally excited.

Live Blogging Myrna's Second Birthday!

We enjoyed some gourmet cupcakes this afternoon, starting the Second Birthday celebrations. Myrna was uninterested in napping after lunch and soon cupcake eating won over (now at 4 pm the sugar crash has ended and she is in the midst of a very late nap - we may be partying until the wee hours tonight). She wasn't really quite sure what to make of the candle preparations at first.
But then she was quite interested
She then opened up presents from Mom and Dad
and she was very excited about her new Pippi doll.
Big Birthday Hugs! More photos are on her picasa page too.

The first of the birthday celebrations

Today the Birthday celebrations began. Myrna had her afternoon play group and we celebrated not one, but two birthdays. Myrna's new best friend, Elizabeth, turns three on Thursday, so we got to sing two rounds of "Happy Birthday!" Elizabeth brought balloons, and we baked cupcakes (and by bake I mean we added water to a cupcake mix). They were both a hit! Tomorrow we are planning on gourmet cupcakes, though Myrna will only get one, instead of the two she helped herself to today. Here are the cute Birthday Girls.

Father's Day

Sweden celebrated Father's Day this last weekend - which meant Myrna and I got to buy some shirts and sweaters for Chris on Saturday. Sunday we checked out the new
Robert Henke exhibit Transition Machine at Färgfabriken. The plan was for Myrna to fall asleep on the tram ride there, but she was just way too excited to be on the "choo choo." However it was dark in the gallery and we sat on a comfy couch, so about two minutes later she was sound asleep. She did wake up in time for treats and coffee at Vurma.

Finally, the Moderna

This morning Kelly hammered out an ambitious Saturday itinerary and, rather to our surprise, we pulled it off without a hitch. Kelly started the morning with a run, while Myrna and I spent the hour "making coffee." I should explain that. See, a week ago I picked up an adorably realistic toy coffee percolator at a second-hand sale, and it's catalyzed Myrna's favorite game of the moment. Her barista ritual is quite well-developed. She smells the (pretend) coffee grounds from an empty bag of Da Matteo beans we gave her, scoops them into the filter, adds (so far, also pretend) water to the reservoir, and flips the brew switch. Then she pours two dainty cups, served with stirring spoons. We stir, remark on the aroma, sip loudly, and groan our approval.

Anyway, after we did all that, Kelly returned, and we did some real coffee drinking, and then headed out for, naturally, coffee. We passed a relaxing hour at Drop Coffee, and then bused north to the Nationalmuseum. But not for their fine collection of pre-20th Century Swedish art (I'd seen that already), just for lunch. The vegetarian buffet in the Nationalmuseum's cafe, as we discovered during Kelly's parents' visit, doesn't kid around. Tables were scarce, and lines were long, but we elbowed our way to a hearty lunch.

And then we walked on to the Moderna Museet. We've been wanting to check this out for a long time, but balked at a string of temporary exhibits that weren't appealing enough to brave a visit with a toddler in tow. We hadn't dared wish it out loud, but Kelly and I secretly hoped that Myrna would doze off after lunch and give us a little peace at the museum, and she did just that.

The temporary exhibition focused on Mary Kelly. I'd been pretty interested in her work back in the day, and it was nice to revisit this. Kelly (Jabbusch, I mean) was maybe a little more ambivalent, and there was one piece that we had already seen twice, but we had some good - dare I say stimulating - conversation on the material, especially her Post-Partum Document.

There was also a show of contemporary Swedish art (both art produced in Sweden, and by Swedes in Berlin abroad). I was quite keen on a couple pieces in there. In particular, Kajsa Dahlberg presented a project wherein she borrowed every Swedish-language copy of Viriginia Woolf's A Room of One's Own held in Sweden's library systems. She then transcribed each margin note and copied every text underlining into a single volume - a very particular "annotated" edition, which is now available in a number of Swedish libraries. I wished I could actually read the language, but was pleased by the concept alone.

After we'd been through that showcase, Myrna woke up, and we hurried through some highlights from the permanent collection, including favorites from Marcel Duchamp and Vladimir Tatlin, and a few exciting new (to me) discoveries.

We were home in time for dinner and more (pretend) coffee, and couldn't even recall too many tantrums for the day.

Another Stockholm Winter

Bypasing autumn altogether, Stockholm is crisp, frosty, and very much in the early stages of winter. Yesterday we woke up to healthy flurries of snow - enough for a light accumulation on the rooftops. There was even Christmas music at Drop Coffee this morning. It's all exciting for Myrna, but a little daunting for Kelly and I. Myrna, however, has yet to meet a climate she wouldn't gladly meet in the park. And with the burly armor of polar gear we've lately been amassing for her, that's not likely to change any time soon. Dads, regrettably, have a tougher time justifying snowboard pants on weekdays downtown.