We had a lovely evening with the family last night. The food was spectacular, crayfish and smoked prawns with aioli and a Macon Village Chardonnay for starters followed by a fantastic fillet of beef with potato & parsnip puree and bacon-fried Savoy cabbage plus a red wine jus. This was accompanied by a glass of red. I can’t remember what bottle it was, but it was most likely a Rhône wine. For dessert we had a saffron pannacotta with blood orange ad grapefruit slices, coffee and a glass of Calvados. It’s hard to convey in writing just how fabulous the dinner was, but it’s one of the best dinners I’ve had in a very long time.
Following dinner my brother and his girlfriend headed out in the garden with Pixie to set off some fireworks. We bought a couple of small ones to set off earlier in the evening in case Pixie would fall asleep and miss the fireworks at midnight. They had a ball!
I tried to put Pixie to bed around nine o’clock, just in case it would work. I thought my plan to put her to bed for a few hours and then to wake her up just before midnight was brilliant. But it didn’t work. She was distraught, cried and cried, and said that she did like the plan when we spoke about it but now that it was real she didn’t like it anymore.
She stayed up the whole evening with us, and had a ball at midnight when the foreworks started going off. When I broadcasted to the room that we should head out in the garden with the Champagne to watch the firworks, she looked at me surprised and exclaimed ”Will there be more!?”. She had though that our small fireworks dsiplay earlier in the evening was it, so when it set off properly she was absolutely amazed and delighted.
Safe to say it was a good night!
It so often happens that Pixie says something really funny. I promise myself to write it down but forget. So here it goes. From now on I intend to write down all the funny things Pixie says so that I don’t ever forget them.
Today as I came home from work, quite late actually, having organised a networking event, Pixie had not yet fallen asleep. I imagine Mark had been there for a while cause he looked at me with a slight feeling of feed upness in his eyes, so I said I would take over.
As I lay down in my daughter’s bed she was absolutely delighted to see me, and as per usual I knew she wanted to chat for a little while. We always do. We began talking about her day and she told we what she had for lunch, which park she had visited with her school and how her ballet class was.
But after a while I knew that if I didn’t stop her soon she would go on for ever. So I said ”Pixie, remember you have two days left I’m school this week, cause on Thursday we’re going on our mini break”. She looked at me and said, delighted to hear this news, ”oh, and yes we’ll be staying in a hotel, go to restaurants and the beach”.
I had to interrupt and explained that it wasn’t that kind of holiday. That we were going to Copenhagen and that it would be cold, that we wouldn’t go to the beach but instead we’d go to the zoo and see polar bears.
She looked at me surprised and exclaimed ”Will it be THAT cold”.
You can imagine I had a giggle.
Here she is on a much warmer holiday than the one she’s going on this week.
I need some advice. As you may realise we are a bilingual family, Swedish Mum and Irish Dad, living in Sweden with our little pixie.
So far in little Pixie’s life we have stuck to a simple rule, Mum speaks Swedish and Dad speaks English. But more and more I notice that I get mixed up, as we speak English to each other my husband and I.
With Pixie starting day-care on Feb 23rd I am becoming acutely aware that Swedish will soon be here primary language and therefore I am seeing a need for us to speak more English to her. So that this language does not become and secondary language in fluency and skill.
How can I manage this?
Åsa, you gave me some great advice today, thank you, but I am interested in hearing from our bilingual parents too!
Today, as I entered the living room, a crying pixie came walking towards me.
‘what happened’ I asked
‘BAM’ she said, pointing at her head with one hand and at the table with the other.
I asked ‘Shall I kiss it better?’
She promptly leaned forward and gave me a big wet kiss on the mouth.
Oh how cute and Isn’t she so good for telling me. Proud mum yet again.
Sent from my iPod
When does a baby say their own name?
Well, our little pixie Erin said her name last night several times and then again this morning. You might think Erin would be difficult, but with some simple changes it becomes ‘Neni‘.
This is her sitting on her chair with La La (her cat), she now refuses to sit in the highchair and asks to ‘sitta’ on the big chair all the time.
This morning as we woke up, unusually late at 9.30, Pixie didn’t ask for her ‘lelle’ (Välling) as usual.
She asked for ‘Tassa’, my sister Kajsa [Kaysa].
As we entered the living room with her bottle of välling, she pointed at the stars (see pic, we have one in each window in our living room). I took this as a request to light them, which I did.
She looked at one and said ‘Ahhhhhh’ then she turned her little face to the other and said ‘Ahhhhh’.
I thought that this event had already occurred but I was so wrong. In the past 24 hours she has gone from being able to scream loudly to being able to screech like she’s trying to break glass.
She managed to sound like she was being killed when I was trying to get her to sleep earlier tonight. I left her for five minutes in her bed and you’d think the world was collapsing. She was so loud!
She was standing in her bed screeching and she was so so sad. I had to go in to her twice and calm her down before she cooled off and fell asleep. She was so tired but seemed adamant that she wouldn’t.
Poor Pixie! But she really let us know what she wanted.
Over the past few weeks Pixie has started saying things. She says different sounds or words for different things and it is quite evident it is no coincidence. She says;
- Hee – for Hej – hello in Swedish and she also waves her hand when she says this.
- Mama – Mamma
- BaBa – Pappa
- Ga – well this is for her soother, but sounds nothing like it.
Apparently learning to talk is one of the most difficult and important steps that your child take, as it helps them to make sense of the world, to ask for what they need and to be able to get on with other people.
I found an interesting article that outlined the steps children take when learning to talk;
The early months
- Long before they can speak, babies are listening to their parents and carers.
- They begin to make little noises and sounds which come before speech.
- If parents and carers imitate these, it is as if they are talking to the baby. This is the beginning of your baby learning to talk.
- By responding to your baby’s needs when she cries, you show that you have heard her and that she matters. This is the beginning of communication.
- The early little noises turn into babbling, eg ”Da-da-da-da” and ”Ma-ma-ma-ma”.
- Babies are beginning to learn what some simple words mean even though they cannot say them, eg ”Mummy, Bottle, No”.
- There may be one or two single words.
- Babies wave ”bye-bye” when asked, and can make some gestures.
- They obey simple requests such as ”Give me the ball”.