From pirate to cowboy

The snow storm has arrived! Everything is white and the wind is howling outside - fortunately I am inside, tucked in a blanket and with a hot cup of coffee! Sebastian is back in kindergarten after yet another week at home, this time with the flu (probably). He ran a high fever for a couple of days, but as his counts, until now, have stayed up, even during infections, we decided that we this time would avoid the trip to hospital for check-up bloodcounts. Of course we cannot do this every time, but this was his third infection this year, and we were happy not to have to go again.

The tickets for our New York / Washington trip have now been booked (2nd - 21st of April), together with a hotel on Manhatten for the first six nights. We are starting to plan the trip more carefully, and got some very nice links and ideas from Anne Marie - Thank you! We might want to stop by Philadelphia and Baltimore on our way to Washington DC, where we are meeting up with friends and from where we are flying back on the 20th of April. 

On Sunday we went to a Fastelavns-party ('mardi gras') in our neighbourhood. Sebastian had since Christmas wanted to be a pirate for Fastelavn, which was just perfect as he got a very nice pirate outfit, that he has even played with AND WORN a lot since then (not like the dog outfit, which I bought for him last year. He wore it once, forced by his evil mother, and has turned it down with a frown ever since. And yes, who wants to be a dog in the first place? ...). Then two weeks before Fastelavn, he claimed that he now wanted to be a cowboy - NOT a pirate. Well, as you please master Sebastian! I started working on a horse, found a cowboy hat and wanted to make THE cool cowboy outfit. Well, the horse 'Valdemar' was created and the hat in place (not on Sebastians head of course - he refuses to wear it!), but he went ill and could not make it to the Fastelavns-party at kindergarten. Then for the neighbourhood party we gave him the horse and the hat, as it was outdoor - but NO, dressing up is, apparently, not fun! As we told each other last year: better luck next year!