Stop worrying mum

27/04/2025

My little Diva ❤️

26/01/2025

Ah, Sunday morning. The day of rest. The day I envisioned sipping hot coffee in my fluffy robe while the sunlight streamed through the window and angelic birds sang in harmony. Instead, I got this.

It started with what should have been a simple nappy change as Betsy was waking up next to me in bed. She helpfully announced, "No poo," which I naively interpreted as "There's no poo in this nappy, Mother, carry on with your delightful Sunday." Wrong. What she actually meant was “NOOOOO, poo,” as in, “I’m about to unleash Mount Vesuvius, and you’re about to regret all your life choices.”

So there I am, unsuspectingly whipping off the nappy when I turn back from reaching for the clean one to find a turd the size of Mont Blanc. Right there, next to my pillow. My pillow. I’ll let that sink in.

At this point, I’m in survival mode. I manage to stop her mid-poo and plonk her on the potty, feeling like I’ve won at least a small victory. Except, of course, I haven’t. Because as soon as she stands up, it’s like a crime scene in the bathroom—poo and wee everywhere. You know that moment when you think, “Surely, this is as bad as it gets?” Well, I cleaned it all up, and Betsy gave me a double thumbs up, a pat on the back and a big grin as if to say, “Good job, Mum. Really nailed it.” At least one of us was happy.

Meanwhile, Andreas (the lucky man who missed the chaos by “stripping the beds”) returns, just as I’m considering whether it’s socially acceptable to move into a hotel. But no, we’re parents—we persevere. A shower for Betsy, a bubble bath for us both, and for a fleeting moment, peace. Finally, I thought. Time to relax.

Except, of course, I forgot that toddlers are little walking chaos factories. Mid-bath, Betsy coughs. Innocent enough, right? WRONG. Because suddenly I’m covered in vomit, sitting in a tub full of what can only be described as “a poor life decision.” And where is Andreas during all this? Oh, he’s wisely retreating with the coffee he just made me. Traitor.

So, there you have it. My restful Sunday morning. If anyone needs me, I’ll be hiding in the tipi, smelling faintly of Dettol and broken dreams.

11/07/2024

10 years married to my best friend & hands down, the best ‘bajs korv’ papa Wilfred and Betsy (and I), could ever have wished for. Happy anniversary Andreas Trondsen 💕 Jag älskar dig! Can’t wait to return to our honeymoon country, Greece, this weekend x

03/06/2024

What a brave, brave man.

The message to be used only after his death was recorded for a new BBC documentary.

25/05/2024

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12/04/2024

Next James Bond song. Heard it here first!
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16/03/2024

Are you rocking your socks this Thursday?

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07/03/2024

Happy world book day. It’s about more than dressing up.

An Awesome Book

There are places in the world
Where people do not dream…
Of rocket-powered unicorns
And candy cane machines
Of magic watermelon boats
And musical baboons
Or teeny tiny trumpet players
Training pet raccoons
Yes there are places in the world
Where people dream up dreams
So simply un-fantastical
And practical they seem…
To lose all possibility
Of thinking super things
Of dancing wild animals
With diamond-coated wings
Instead they dream of furniture
Of buying a new hat
Of owning matching silverware
Could you imagine that?
Instead they lay awake at night
Wishing for a car
Not one that runs on jellybeans…
But one that’s reg-u-lar
They dream of breakfast sandwiches
They dream of telephones
Sometimes they even dream of dreams
That aren’t even their own
Yes there are places in the world
Where dreams are almost dead
So please my child do keep in mind
Before you go to bed
To dream a dream as big
As big could ever dream to be
Then dream a dream ten times as big
As that one dream you see
Then once you’ve got that dream in mind
Please dream a million more
And not a million quiet dreams
A million dreams that roar
A million dreams so loud they scream
So loud they sing and shout
So super huge they say
“Hey world! Guess what I’m dreamin’ bout”
“I’m dreaming about everything
that no one thought to wonder
Dreams so big that they’ve got dreams
And they’ve got dreams up under!”
Please dream for those who’ve given up
For those who’ve never tried
Please use your dreams
To make new dreams
For all the dreams that died
Cause you’re the one whose dreams can be
Whatever dreams you want
Whose dreams can change the way things are
And the way that things are not
And if they say that all your dreams
Are too big to come true
You tell them that I told you…
“That’s what dreams are meant to do!”
They’re meant to make you seem as if
You don’t know up from down
Because dreams are dreams and that’s why
Dreams are worth having around!
So when you think your dreaming’s done
Just remember what I said
“close your eyes my child
and dream
that perfect dream
inside your head"

-Dallas Clayton

04/03/2024

We have a life vac at home, the best money I have ever spent. My worst fear is having one of my children choking and not being able to dislodge the obstruction. With a new walker who is literally putting everything in her mouth before I even have time to blink, it gives me peace of mind. Just wish every preschool and school would invest in them!

14/10/2023

Autumn is here 🍁 A lot to look forward to with Autumn holidays coming up ✈️🌍🇪🇸, a few kids (and adult) festivals & concerts in the diary, parents visiting and to top it off, having friends visit from 🇺🇸 to share their thanksgiving traditions with us. We can’t wait!

What’s your favourite thing to do in Autumn? Anyone have some tips for thanksgiving recipes or traditions we can surprise our friends with?

02/09/2023

Blackpool lights switch-on was yesterday. Looks amazing. Betsy and I will be heading home Monday for a week of family time. Can’t wait! (Except for the red-eye flight) 😭

28/08/2023

Salmon burgers, mash potatoes, veg and a side order of projectile baby vomit… gag reflex of tasting a cooked carrot.

Thanks Betsy!