The worrying kind

My former teacher Hans Lif exhibit his collection "Covers" at Fridhemsplan.

A cuddles in her wagon sack from 7.am.

Today something that never should happen, did. My baby girl fell 

out of her wagon, I hadn't heard from F during the whole day and 

was rushing home to see if anything had happened to him. I feel so 

terrible and have a huge somach-ache. It feels like it's my fault for 

worrying about F instead of having my full attention directed at A. 

I blame some of it on my bad genes, of the worrying kind.

She got a scratch mark at her chin but otherwise she's fine. My
lovely little girl, I don't want anything bad happening to you, ever! 

Not even a scratch. She really loved the bath time though, my sweet 

love! The thing was that I had manage to take F's mobile with me 

and therefore he couldn't be reached. So stupid. 

I hate days like this, fortunately my whole family's here now 

and we've enjoyed a three course dinner and had a fun evening. 

As a consolation for earlier today.

Have a nice Friday night!