Something about cars ...

I do not have the touch of cars! A couple of weeks ago I went to pick up Sebastian in kindergarten, and the drive back went fine until Haraldsgade, the street next to our own (fortunately!). Then the car just went out. Completely. On turning the key just a hoarse 'heumfff'. Hmmmmm ... It turned out that we had run out of fuel ;-)

Today the car was not very speedy, driving a bit slowly and acting oddly. Hmmmmm ... Maybe lack of fuel again I thought. Hopefully I can make it down to kindergarten, to drop off Sebastian. I managed to speed it down to The Rainbow, only to find the back wheel fuming a bit and looking VERY flat. Hmmmmm ... I left the car in front of the kindergarten, and walked back. Hope that Tue will help me out in the afternoon ;-) A bike seems to be a better option for me ...

Sebastian has had another infection, starting with a Sunday (10 days ago) of vomitting. He was not a happy trooper! We went over to hospital, where they found some blood in the urine and a little fever. We stayed the day, and he cleared up. The next week the fever came back and went againg a couple of times and it has now finally disappeared. The night between Saturday and Sunday Sebastian had the worst growing pains that we have ever experienced. He groaned and cried for four hours, and I had unfortunately forgotten the pain killers at home (we were at my parents house for the night). He slept until 10.30 in the morning and woke up in the best of moods and started riding the motor-bike (for kids!) round the house again and again. He probably added another two centimentres that night - those growth hormones sure are effective!

Sebastian is now in kindergarten, which he has started to call 'school'. He asked me 'where is Anna?' this morning, and I told him 'at school'. This sounded very cool (she is 8½ years old and soon to be a big sister ... wow!) so now he also wants to go to school. He took his little bag and called it his school-bag and off he went into kindergarten. When I told him that it was I and not Tue that was going to drive him down to the kindergarten, he insisted that he would drive instead of me. I told him he would need to have a drivers licence, which was fine with him, he said. Coming to think of it: after the drive this morning I might let him and Tue deal with car-matters in the future ...