So this is one of the way our lives have changed.  Before we were out biking on a weekend. Now we are out taking Daniel on a ride with a Pony or at the toy store looking for a good toy to write on the letter to Santa Claus.  And somewhere in between we end up getting stuff before "Santa Comes to Town".  Danny has grown up so much. Its great to see.  This is the first year that he actually grasps the concept of Santa Claus.  Of course with the helps of yours truly. I love Christmas its my favorite part of the year and I remember that believing in the magic of Santa was awesome!!! not so much for the presents, but just to have that imagination, trying to stay up at night to get a glimpse of him.  When will he make it??? it was just great.  And all that anticipation to that evening, what will I get? have I really been good this year?, Anyway, Daniel is all excited about and I'm trying to mix both cultures in the celebration.  Lets hope it all works out well. In Mexico we receive the gifts during the night while we are asleep and in Sweden Santa comes in the middle of the day and delivers the presents while they are awake. Someone (the father) dresses up and gives the presents away.  We will try to have a combination, some small presents delivered by a friend dressed as Santa and during the night some other presents delivered as well.  

But on top of that we need to think of the 3 kings who also come with gifts on the 6th of January, so its all about timing the presents.  I can't wait to see his face.  I will make sure to have it captured in a picture.   

Well talk about a break from writing.  I thought I would have plenty of time, but if its not the laundry is the Annika's poop or its Daniels or its cooking etc.  Plus the fact that I am now officially working out again.  So, to be honest if I have a little bit of time, its most likely that I'm working out. Or trying to watch some of my TV shows.  Yes, now I really don't have much time. I was sick about 2 months ago, and that cold lasted for a month, it was so difficult to get rid off because of the lack of sleep.  Now I finally feel a lot better and things with Annika seem to work much better.  Her reflux is still there but I guess now I'm used to it. 

Annika has been more of a challenge than anything else.  She can cry really loud and ugly for long periods of time.  The few people that have actually heard her have all kinds of polite comments, "uuuuh she has a temper", "mmm…. this one, she knows what she wants and she's going to get it every time" "good pair of lungs" etc etc… and all I can reply is yes, she is a cutie…. Anyway, thats just the way it is.  Some say that you get one of each, a horrible one and the perfect kid.  Well we surely did.   However I also think that she is indeed great, after all she is my daughter and I love her.  Although sometimes I wonder how its going to take before I throw her out the window.  

Right now I'm struggling with putting her to sleep without the breast.  Sometimes just to makes things easy I let her sleep on my breast, and that's why I have to pay for it now.  She gets used to that way too quickly and the opposite happens when I try to take it away from her.  Tonight only it took me 2 hours of back and forth and finally she won. I gave her the breast again.  Which means another 30 min. of keeping her in a sitting position after feeding, that's what makes me angry, but that's what having a baby with reflux is all about. (among other things)