Jag har 2 barn. Dom är lite grann
som alla andra barn. Högt och lågt
och kors och tvärs så fort så att man
aldrig har en tillstymmelse till chans
att hänga med.

Dom gör mig glad, arg, irriterad,
lycklig och flera andra känslor,
men ibland känner man hur
pappahjärtat smälter.

Jag sitter som vanligt uppe sent
så in i bomben, häckar framför
datorn och petar med lite grejer
till jobbet när jag hör dom små
släpande stegen i hallen som
indikerar att någon av grabbarna
är ute och vandrar i hallen. Ljudet påminner lite grann om valfri zombie’s gång.

Jag reser mig ur stolen samtidigt som ett litet rufsigt huvud plirar förbi dörrkarmen.
-Pappa, va gör du?

Hej David. Pappa jobbar lite.


Säger han och vänder och går mot sitt rum. Jag följer efter och frågar om han vill kissa.
-Men pappa, jag har redan gjort det.

Ok, tänker jag. All well and good.
David kravlar upp i sin säng och lägger sig på kudden.

-Ja, gubben?
-Kan du hjälpa mig med täcket.
Hm, tänker jag. Han brukar inte vilja ha täcke, men ok, jag bäddar om honom och pussar honom
på kinden.

-Godnatt David. Pappa älskar.

Där, där kommer dom orden som smälter vilken machopappa som helst.

Med sömnig och viskande röst.
-Pappa, jag älskar dig åsså.

Där glider David tillbaka in i sömnen och jag kan bara stå och titta på sonen som slumrar.

Getting older….or creepier

Getting older….or creepier

I find myself at one of the playlands in our city and suddenly it strikes me…

I actually like to hear the sounds that I currently have around me. The pneumatics from the rides, e running of small feets and the happy screams and laughter that actually echoes in here.

I mean, if I was at home, this screaming and running would pretty much reduce me to a grouch at any given second, but here… here it makes me smile. My kids are happily climbing away at e huuuuge set that is here, I see them at tremendous speeds sliding down the slides and their shrill screams gets mixed in with the other childrens outbursts of purer joy at playing.

I can now see why sometimes older persons sits around playgrounds because it is a way of remembering your own past, the time when you had limitless energy and you could spend it recklessly, just because you would have the same abundancy of energy the next day.

For some odd reason I find I could actually go here just to see, hear and take part of the kids playing, although in a passive way. the same thought also brings with it another one, one that is a lot less pleasant. I am a man, and a man sitting in one of these places, without kids is almost sure to make the parent radar use a damn foghorn to send warningsignals. “That guy is a pervert and wants to take my kids”

To an extent, I think i would join in on that thought, beacuse what if that guy is sitting there have the same feeling of inner happiness at just watching the kids play with the same feeling of nostalgic joy that I now feel?

When did the world turn out this way? That we, as parents are afraid to let our kids out of sight on the playgrounds, with the absolute certainty that something bad will happen the second they are alone? It really is sad that it has come to this.

Well, I cant really speak for the rest of you, but, I will try to let my children play as much as they can, and if someone is watching them play, smiling the same way as I am now, I will try to remember
this day, while at the same time, keeping an eagle-eye out.

The force be with you may

The force be with you may

Katie Goldman is a different little girl, in fact, so different that I in some ways
envy her.

Katie Goldman


She has her starwars motifed water bottle to school, have a starwars backpack,
and some anonymous boy tries to taunt her for it claiming its a bottle for boys, not little
10 year old girls. Now first off, to Katie I want to say this: Stand up for your right
to be an individual. Keep being someone who stands out of a crowd because that
will get you further in life then just being one in a crowd that looks like another
cookie cutter figure. To the little boy who tried to bully her regarding the water bottle
I want to say this: I know you are jealous of Katies waterbottle, but why not ask
Katie where her mother bought hers so you can get one just the same and
you both can be cool starwars fans together?

Oups, sidetracked there. Back on track.
It seems that this incident more or less made it to the huffington post, one of the most
read blogs online, if not the most read, and was written about there and the response
was quite overwhelming. Thousands of starwars geeks wrote on a facebook page that
in homage of Katie, they would wear starwars clothes and many of them even posted
pictures online, like this one:

This one was sent by @soozenw’

I am guessing its his/her kid and I must say I love it.

Anyhow, it seems that more then 33000 people took an interrest in little Katie’s plight and
I am one of them. Katie, the best of luck from a fellow starwars geek and i must say, the force is
strong in this one.

Katie’s mom asked “is this how it starts?”

Well Carrie, that depends on what “it” is. It could have been the start of a downward spiral, however,
“it” turned out to be a flood of well wishings and support to a little star wars fan, who suddenly got
33000 supporters that wants nothing more then show your little girl

Back to work I go

Well, the 10 work day paternity leave ends tomorrow morning, and it is with mixed feelings
that I go to work tomorrow. Mixed because I do like my work, I enjoy the coworkers and all
but still, I have this little bundle at home that is squeeking for its parents because its all it knows
how to do. What is its name? Well, we have settled for Emil, wich in my ears and eyes suits this
little thing because despite being only 2 weeks old, he still has a face and eyes twinkling with

I am however, already starting to dread the fact that I will be having 2 sons, close of age, wich
will have a set of my genes in them. I was high and low when I was a kid, and from the looks of
things, so will David, and I seriously doubt that Emil will be any different, so, my guess is that
my hair will increase its natural bleaching strategy and push forward full. Probably hitting
warp speed by the time Emil reaches the two year mark.

Having kids is a little like getting a meaningful tattoo. You sometimes stop and wonder
and just look at it thinking, what the hell have I gotten myself into, and other times you
just forget its there. But let me tell you. It’s there to stay and no matter what you do, remember
that there are no refunds on either tattoos nor kids.

SOS! Save me please!!!!

Oh no, it has happened. My son has, despite my best efforts developed a horrible taste in music.
For some odd reason he has started to like the Numa Numa song and Karamelldansen (featuring the Tokyo stormtrooper)… sheeeeeesh

The worst part of it all is that he pretty much demands that you kick in the repeat button on those songs
so hard that they never stop and its slowly, but surely driving me crazy. I have tried, with my best efforts
to raise him on various rock music, such as AC/DC, Alice Cooper, Dio, Metallica, Iron Maiden and then round
that off with classics such as the man in black himself, Mr Cash, and other such large legends, but alas,
it appears that his taste in music goes to the grotesque … and someone PLEASE help me. The kid is on the way
to ruin. I am pretty sure that I will have what I dread the most. A hip hoper son ….. AUGH the horror!

His mother aint exactly helpin … she just started to play “The Macarena” for David. Now I have 2 of them in the
same apartment!

NO No no no no no no no IIIIIIIIIIIIIIH

Thats the most common sound right now here at home. For some reason my son
has decided that “no” is the equivalent of both the swedish word “nej” wich is no, and
pretty much anything that he doesnt want at the moment. And boy, that is frustrating.

He stands up, declares his noes, with no explanation whatsoever, and you know that he
can imply most things that he wants either audibly or visibly by pointing at it, but yet
he persists on indicating what he DOESNT want, and never any inkling of what he DOES want.
Life is hard when you are 2 years old I guess, when you have dense parents who cant
read your mind and refuses to let you climb on anything thats available to reach the
topmost shelf for no reason whatsoever then the fact that its there.

To make matters worse, David now finds himself at a loss. There is an invader in the house
and he is smaller then David! On top of that, he steals almost all attention from the parents
by simply screaming and farting.

I dont know how David thinks, because he doesnt have the words to express that currently and
I am guessing that its part of the problem. As a parent though, all you can do is show that
yes, there is another one that gets attention, but we still love you and we will hug you at
every turn we get.

Just venting some right now folks…