This Sunday my little nephew was christened in our local church. Hearing this you might think that we’re particularly religious in my family, but that’s really not the case at all. It’s more about traditions really. In Sweden a lot of people christen their babies and get married in church, without really being very religious at all. It’s all about traditions. We’re very bound by them. Swedish people don’t like change.
A perfect example of our silly traditions and not liking change is the fact that every Christmas at 15.00 they show an old cartoon. This has been going on for… I don’t even know how long. More than 20 years at least since I remember it when I was a child. It’s a collection of clips from an old Disney Christmas Collection. One year the TV channel decided that they wanted to change it up and remove one of the clips (the one about Ferdinand), since by now every Swedish person can quote the entire thing.
There was a howl of complaints from the Swedish people. OMG how dare they change such an old tradition! (Remember, we’re talking about a cartoon clip!) Anyway, I think this proves my point about Swedes and their “traditions”.
Now back to the actual topic; the christening of Viggo.
It went really well, he was very calm during the entire thing. The only time he cried was when the priest splashed water on him, which isn’t so strange considering he’d just fallen asleep and was woken up by someone pouring water on his head!
My dad and his posse were staying at my place for the weekend since they have a long drive. It was lots of fun as usual, and my dad complained about my lack of kitchen utensils as usual… (You know, I usually am alone and cooking for one, there really is no need for me to have a huge pot that will cook for 8!) My dad is rather particular about his cooking (it’s very good btw). So much that he brought his own pot because mine are too small.
Baby brother Fredrik was cute and fun as usual. One morning he stood a few feet away from the couch where I was sleeping hollering “ARE YOU ASLEEP?” at the top of his lungs for several minutes. If I was sleeping before, I certainly wasn’t after that!