Every morning, Miro throws a fit as if I wanted to give him away for adoption, and when we arrive home, he instantly falls asleep. But Mehmet behaves as the sweetest little angel. I guess in two weeks they´ll just turn this around...
But apart from this, it´s quite nice having them out of the house for three short hours in the morning. The girls and I spend the time to sleep out, and read for hours. Right now we´re reading the Nomes, by Terry Pratchett, and this is one of the best books I know, really. Deeply philosophical, and it offers great possibilities for long, intense talks. Or the girls take their time helping me to prepare lunch,
And we work with felt, of course. This
Mehmet fell down our neighbours stairs yesterday, did I mention that?
So now my girls are claiming their bedtime story. I leave you with one of my very, very favourite songs in a version I recorded myself:I recorded this in may, when Steffie and I went to see Ingrid live. And she was perfect. I mean, two days later I went to PinkPop and saw dozens of brilliant artists, but Ingrid... sort of owned them all. This was during the encore, maybe the third or fourth extra song she played, and the only one I recorded, because it´s special to me. Tim and I had long debates about the meaning of the lyrics, so... I just love it. And after Nick Redmond posted this awesome tutorial on how to play it I spent... well... 10? 15? hours practising it. If I´m really mad, I might post a video of that. I mean,of me playing that. Maybe. Not sure about that, though. So, the girls are starting to scream. Off I go :-)
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