catherines confessions

Not Finished with Christmas - Part One As I mentioned yesterday, I'm not finished with Christmas. Some of you may recall that just before Christmas, I lamented over the fact that we were not going to have a Christmas tree for the children, Erik, eight years old and Elisabet, only five. It was not my choice. We own forest. We usually can go out to our own forest and cut down our own Christmas tree. But this year my husband, T said no, without giving any real explaination. "It's too much work; it makes such a mess..." Yeah, well "too much work for whom ?" I might ask? Who usually puts it up and takes it down? In order to have something Christmassy on my blog, I posted some pics from a couple years ago that showed our lastest/last(?) Christmas tree. (Everybody looked two years younger too.) Some visiters to my blog even thought that I was posting this year's Christmas tree. Well, if you are in a hurry and don't have time to read the captions, it is ...

This is our Christmas tree with traditional Swedish decorations made out of straw. These pictures were taken on Christmas Eve 2007, two years ago. For those of you who would like to see what I look like, I am making an exception and showing a photo of our whole family, including me. (Except for the cats, but someone has to press the shutter-button. Thank you Calle Cat!) Regular visiters can see how much the children have grown and changed since then. From left to right we are little then three-year-old Elisabet, yours truly, "Anna", a then six-year-old Erik and Torbjorn, father, husband and head of household. I had just taken ill with a bad stomach virus just two days before, and had not quite recovered. (You may notice that the glands in my throat are swollen.) I was feeling poorly the rest of that winter, and vowed to take any vaccinations against the flu that is ever offered. I've been much healthier since then. We had a lovely Christmas tree from our own forest that...