What a witch!

"Mama, can you promise me there are no witches or sharks in Sweden? And can you please speak to us in English, we get so confused!"
Well, that's new, especially for Amanda who keeps blabbering away like there's no tomorrow. Little did I know that she didn't understand half of what she is talking about! Well, it's only been less than a week, camp Sweden will go on for at least another month...

So, even if we were 11 adults and four kids carving away at the lamb we roasted over open fire on Saturday, there were plenty of leftovers. Think Thanksgiving, and how you eat turkey for days afterwards, times ten. Since my brother and his family (five of the adults) left for their tour d'Europe the following day and didn't feel like packing a leg of lamb for lunch, it was up to the rest of us to deal with it.
How is it that something so yummy one day looks so unappetizing the next?

Today Petter, my sister's 3 1/1 year old son, came over for a three day or so visit. He is a funny one. He has an amazing vocabulary for his age and just can't stop talking. Amanda and Petter played house for hours and he proudly told me later that they not only had girl babies, they also had one boy, a guinnea pig, a cat and a dog. They went shopping and Amanda had the monies because she was the mom, good girl.

Petter is the only one who has never visited us, ever. Only for the reason that he wasn't born yet when his parents and sister came to see us in France. Amanda was one at the time and Marcus 2 1/2 and while those years were kind of blurry, I remember we had a good time. We ate. A lot. Petter's dad, Niclas, used to be a chef as mentioned before and France is of course any cooks favorite playground. We had oysters and foie gras, we made cheese fondue, we drank wine.... we went to the park. They have promised to visit us in China and we can't wait to show them around.

My brother and his family only visited us in France as well. I realize when you have children it is not that easy to travel to faraway lands so our three-year sejour in La France was perfect for visiting. They came in the winter, Amanda was one (1) week old. "When do they open their eyes?", Sofia, then 12 years old, asked not knowing that at the beginning, the first six months or so, Amanda was a super easy baby who only slept and ate. Little did I know that  six 1/2 years later Amanda would worry about sharks in lake Mälaren and that wicked witches would climb through the windows at night; but also know that mommy is always in charge of the monies.