My only chance of spending some time in Sweden this spring / summer was last weekend, which was a long weekend for most Europeans. We were looking forward to spending time with my family and to meet M, V’s new cousin! My parents, my siblings and I decided that it was time for a family weekend at the summer house!
Before departure at Brussels airport: We thought that letting V run around would tire him enough to sleep on the flight… nope! Not even the car ride back to my parents’ place made him fall asleep! He eventually crashed with us at midnight. Oh well, he is after all half-Spanish!
Two boys who were completely oblivious to the cameras… We had waffles elevenses (elvakaffe) with my parents’ former neighbours and their son O, one of my best friends, and his family from Norway. Their daughter is 5 days older than V but she was having a nap while the boys were playing with the tractor!
V wasn’t too impressed with the swing my parents put up for him 
In Brussels it is almost impossible to find a baby swing in a playground for some reason!
The old beach toys!
But what are some plastic toys to a 20-month old boy who loves REAL POWER TOOLS? My father and O spent two days building a fence and a gate to keep the new family members inside the garden, and guess who wanted to help!
I guess it would have been quicker if not one of the two carpenters always had to keep the little assistant from assisting too much…
I wonder if the kitchen utensils will be as fun next summer as they were now and last summer?
Wow! Grand-dad connected the tv to youtube so that V could watch “El vals del ocho” with Miliki on the big screen! O doesn’t think that it is too early to start with the multiplication table 
and V loves the song (waltz?) of the number eight!
I finally finished my present to my nephew M who turned 7 weeks last weekend! A quilt in green and white…
Some of the patches: the old shirt of Brysselkakan’s son, the curtain fabric of SunnySwede’s son’s bedroom in England, my parents’ first curtains in our first home, my paternal grandmother’s napkins with her initial, an old shirt of mine, a nd some of the fabrics that my aunt used to make a quilt for my sister as a baby (+ various new fabrics)
A little pulling help from daddy – uncle D’s old car!
Good morning! V woke up at 05.30 every morning as we slept in the living room with too many windows to cover up from the early Scandinavian summer morning sun… O, V and my mother walked to the beach to play in the sand while the rest of us got to sleep in (maybe not so much the new parents in the guest house!?)
The turban was not a hit with V! I had just bought a new cap and a sun hat but of course we forgot them up at the house…
The Baltic Sea! There were actually sunbathers on the beach and some kids playing in the water!
The traditional ice cream stop at the kiosk!
Before heading back to the summer house to pack the bags and start to say goodbye…
A knackered boy after a long weekend full of attention and playing with the Swedish family! In the evening we went to Copenhagen and V was once again full of energy again until we all went to bed at 23. We got up at 04.30 to catch the metro to the airport and he slept the whole flight back to Brussels. Too bad that we still haven’t received our suitcases due to the 4-day long baggage handlers’ strike at Brussels airport!
