Fly the flags!

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The first child, adorable Princess Estelle

Even though the Swedish Court has not published any official statement on their website (ehm, weird?), my people have not missed to inform me. Literally 2 minutes after Twitter had the news of Crown Princess Victoria giving birth to her second child, my friend Andrea texted me the news.

Now the messages come dropping in from all sides (when Princess Estelle was born, I actually got a text saying “Congrats on the baby!” from a friend) and one reminded me that I actually guessed the baby would be born on the second of March – call me the Royal Oracle!

Lots of questions remain: is it a girl or a boy? What names will s/he get (and what goes with Estelle?)? Which dukedoms will be given to the baby? And, very important, should my co-worker and I fly the Swedish flag tomorrow? We have a large flag pole in the middle of Düsseldorf (i.e. in front of our office) and the consulate (which we also house) is open tomorrow – wouldn’t it be a perfect  opportunity?

 

I love little people

I took last Monday off at work to go to my parents’ and meet my stepsister and her little family. They have a daughter that just turned one and that girl is so freaking adorable I don’t even have accurate words to describe it. She is, along with my friends’ baby girl who’s being christened this weekend (yes, I am attending and yes, it’s in Sweden and yes, I wanted to cut down on Sweden-trips), the happiest baby I’ve ever met.

When I was younger I sadly thought I would never become an aunt because I have no siblings. In my family, “Auntie” is a honorary title and I’ve called my aunts with that prefix until I was a teenager. So the fact that my stepsister speaks of me as “Aunt Helen” to her little daughter is rather delightful. 

The little toddler has already learned to walk and dashes through the living room on her still wiggly feet, often falling down, but always immediately rising anew with her very own way of getting up: putting her weight on her tiny little hands, stretching her diapered derriere as high as possible as if performing a yoga exercise and then pushing her legs in place. She is also a very friendly child and after some hours around me she deemed me reliable enough to be carried by me. What impressed me as well was that, even though she obviously cannot talk yet, she seems to understand a lot. Even words like “Kindergartentasche”. (daycare bag) I mean who else learning German only for one year would be able to get that word?

I love these little people; and it is not a slight thing when they, who are so fresh from God, love us. ~Charles Dickens, The Old Curiosity Shop