In John’s house, I am Grandma. In Suzanne’s house, I am Mormor. Mormor means mother’s mother in Swedish. My husband is Morfar (mother’s father). Erik’s mother is Farmor (father’s mother), but when she is with her daughter’s children, she is Mormor. Got it? There will be a quiz.
Mormor and Morfar have been hanging out with the new baby’s big brother, who has his own life to live. Yesterday we picked him up at his morning-only school. Here he is offering his monkey a snack. The monkey’s name is Kompis. It means friend.
Back at the house, I cut cardboard pieces in the shape of Christmas ornaments and punched holes in the tops for hooks. We had fun gluing seasonal cutouts from magazines on the ornament shapes. (Well, to be honest, the purple glue stick was what was fun. We lost interest by the time it came to hanging our creations on the tree.)
Today we ran errands with Papa. Here you see Elder Brother checking out bathroom fixtures with the level of intensity he brings to serious activities.
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We have a faucet that needs fixing maybe Elder Brother can come do a repair????
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He feels fully competent to do so, but he is busy with Providence household repairs just now as plumbing in the kitchen and two bathrooms went kerfluey just in time for the new baby.
Thank you!!! We so appreciate Suzanne’s Mom’s blog!! I will share this blog with grandparents friends here in Bellingham!1 We look forward to meet you! Welcome to our home here in Bellingham, to Ski Mount Baker or sail the San Juan Islands!! Love to meet Mormor and Morfar!!! Greetings from Farfar Arne and Farmor Anna
Hello, Anna! I’m guessing you got the right answer to my first blog quiz! 🙂
Perhaps you can launch the Swedish way of talking about grandparents over the world? Anyhow Swedish traditions as Midsummer and Lucia are now almost better celebrated outside Sweden than in Sweden, where a party inimical to immigrants is trying to lay hands on our traditions.
I think it is generally true of the diaspora that they keep the traditions of home countries best. I am told, for example, that the closest thing to Elizabethan English spoken today can be found in remote parts of Appalachia.
Hello Mormor! Love that little (big) boy!!
And he loves you, Liz! Both for your own dear self and for the books you have picked for him. Violet likes her book, too. I read it to her last night. She was taking it in subliminally.