Category Archives: Family

How to be the cutest, ever

My little nephew, Adam, is almost one year old and he is the cutest baby of all time. (Adam is my boyfriend’s sister’s son, but I’m claiming him as my nephew regardless of whether that’s strictly kosher or not.)

Watch and learn, baby.

Mr. Wide Eyes.

Disclaimer: You may need a time machine to warp yourself back in time and become your pre-pubescent self. My guide to building a time machine is still in beta mode, if you know what I mean.

Constant excitement; constant motion.

The only one who’s not sold on Adam’s charms is Mimi, the dog. Being smart is not her strong point, but she knows that she’s been displaced.

The worst-behaved dog in Sweden is pouting. Life is tough.

Simon is seriously in love with his nephew. It’s really cute.

Adam loves to chase the ball around the room, crawling at breakneck speeds.

Adam is just a few days short of his first birthday, and it is amazing how big he has gotten in that time. Even cooler is that you can tell that he’s starting to understand the world a little bit better, becoming more aware, tracking the situation in the room. You can tell he’s going to be smart because he already knows how to fake cry to get his way. A couple of high-pitched hiccup-cries, and we’re all rushing to his side to see what he needs.

You look confused, Adam.

Ok, I suppose that’s enough doting for one day. I’ll never be able to fool people into thinking I’m all edgy and cool if I keep this up.

1 Year in Sweden, 30 Swedish Experiences… and 30 more to work on

Last Wednesday marked one year in Sweden for me. This time last year, my boyfriend drove through half of Europe in a heat wave to collect me (and all of my belongings) in Vienna… and then the real adventure began!

One year ago: the adventure began, as it always does, with me having too much stuff that then needed to be unpacked.

The transition hasn’t always been easy; one thing I’ve learned is that it’s much easier to move somewhere new when you have a structure to step into, whether it’s work or school or some sort of project you need to get started on. I think that would be true anywhere, though, not just in Sweden and not just as an expat.

Nonetheless, one year later I’m happy, I’m employed, I have friends, and I speak a fair amount of Swedish, although there’s still a lot of room for improvement. Equally importantly, my boyfriend and I are still doing great (he’s the reason I’m here, after all). It feels like a huge accomplishment to have reached the one year mark—I feel as though I cleared many of the hurdles that were standing in my way.

All that said, the year has gone by quickly! A year always sounds like a long time in my head, but when I think of all the things that I’ve done and seen, it feels unbelievably short.

1 Year in Sweden, 30 Swedish Experiences:

  1. Picked mushrooms… and ate them! (And didn’t die, as you can tell.)
  2. Went to a Swedish bachelorette party
  3. Went to a Swedish wedding
  4. Attended two Thanksgivings; cooked my own turkey for the first time as well as food for 26 people
  5. Attended a Lord of the Rings/Hobbit theme party

For the full list, check out my blog post at Sweden.se!

30 Things Still to Do in Sweden, definitely more than one year needed to do them all:

  1. See the true Midnight Sun
  2. Read Selma Lagerlöf’s children’s stories and the Pippi Longstocking books
  3. Become fluent in Swedish… or at least close enough good enough to understand and make jokes
  4. Stay in one of the rooms at the Tree Hotel
  5. Make homemade pickled herring

For the full list, check out my blog post at Sweden.se!

What’s been going on…

Busy times!

The Fourth of July

Monday was the Fourth of July. I had a barbecue, and the theme was “hybridity,” at least in my own mind. Homemade barbecue sauce, cardamom-flavored cheesecake, and Carolina banana pudding. And Swedish people! Land of the free, home of the brave!

Notice the red, white, and blue theme... so patriotic.

Horseback Riding

On Thursday I got to go riding with one of my students who lives out in the countryside. It was amazing. Added bonus: I got to ride an Icelandic horse, which are really popular around here. It was amazing just to be on a horse again, out in the forest, taking deep breathes, letting everything just melllllttttt awaaaaay…. ahhhhhh!

So happy in Hörby!

I’m a winner! I’m a winner!

I won a cookbook from Anne’s Food, a Swedish cooking blog in English run by the Sweden.se food blogger, Anne Skoogh. YAY!!!!!!!! I hardly ever win things!! I got a copy of “Gott att Ge Bort” from Linnea’s Skafferi, which translates to “Good to Give Away”—a cookbook of edible gifts! I love it already. There are so many interesting Swedish variations on the common things to give away: jam, cookies, bread, etc. I’m especially excited to make some girly pink snaps, knäckebröd (thick crackers), and a tomato-hot pepper jam. Yum!

The stamps on my package were so pretty! An exciting gift inside and out.

Grow, garden, grow!

My little indoor apartment garden is super awesome, and now I can actually eat things from it!! This makes my little heart grow seven sizes bigger. Sweeeeet.

My homegrown arugula, freshly picked from the window sill!

And most important of all… SIMON’S HOME!!

Hurrah hurrah hurrah hurrah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yaaaaaaay.

On his second day back, we spent the day with his family. Lunch with Sabri, Pernilla, and baby Adam, then an afternoon of watching soccer and playing with the baby. Then we all took a long, long walk to Simon’s parents’ house, where we had an equally delicious dinner and more family time.

Dinner... and then dessert. Simon's mom was the genius behind the strawberry merengue swiss you see here. mmmmmmm!

And last of all… I thought it was appropriate to put Simon’s beloved nephew and the strawberry shaped like a heart together.

Simon is in true love with his nephew.

Happiness, happiness! And then this weekend will be just as busy… My friend Bryant is coming, and we are sure to have some adventures. Woot woot!!

“Shaming teenagers about sex is a bad idea”

This is a special addition of IMPORTANT FEMINIST INFORMATION brought to you by my sister, Emily Wiseman, and me. You can find Emily’s blog, Redheaded Shenanigans, here.

“Shaming teenagers about sex is a bad idea”

What a revolutionary concept. And yet—I bet you would find a lot of people out there, adults and young adults alike, who instinctively disagree with the statement that “shaming teenagers about sex is a bad idea.”

Think about it this way. Teenagers are in between childhood and adulthood, and they are gradually learning to make their own choices and assert themselves as individuals separate from their parents and their peers. There are a number of issues that parents and teachers have to talk to teenagers about openly and honestly, including, for example, health and nutrition, drinking, and drug abuse.

In this critical period for teenagers, when they are vulnerable to so many influences, why would you bring shame into the mix rather than encouraging open and honest dialogue?

Open and honest dialogue doesn’t have to mean condoning teenage sex, if that’s where your morals lead you. My parents and I could have open and honest dialogue about drinking. Their stance while I was in high school was basically this: “If you drink, we will ground you for life and that’s that.” But we could still discuss the issue, and shame was never part of the equation. I knew that my parents didn’t want me to drink in part because it’s against the law and it can lead to bad situations among teenagers (I should have never let them watch 10 Things I Hate About You), but the way I understood it then was that drinking brought with it the potential for far-reaching negative consequences: suspension from school, criminal charges, and the risk of being rejected from the college of my choice.

It’s only natural for teenagers to be reluctant to discuss anything with their parents, especially the issues that might result in an earlier curfew or increased scrutiny of themselves or their friends. But there are many ways that parents can initiate these discussions and model healthy behaviors for their kids without sitting them down and delivering a stuffy lecture.

For example, a family can take steps to prevent both obesity and eating disorders by modeling good nutrition, having family dinners, and being open to questions about nutrition from their children and engaging in respectful dialogue–even if the questions may seem obvious from an adult perspective. Similarly, a family can also take steps to prevent unwanted pregnancy, sexually transmitted diseases, or unhealthy relationships by modeling good relationships between each other, initiating casual (and brief) discussions about safe sex practices, or being curious and involved when their children want a prescription for birth control.

Like many other teenagers, I would have died if my mom had tried to have a conversation with me about sex. I thought I was a pretty well-informed individual. After all, thanks to health class I knew about condoms and STDs and that “the only 100% effective way to prevent pregnancy is abstinence” (thanks, Mr. Morse). But something we know now is that creating an atmosphere of shame around sex and being sexually active doesn’t prevent teenagers from having sex; it just prevents them from making informed decisions.

The National Latina Institute for Reproductive Health’s recent white paper, “Removing Stigma: Towards a Complete Understanding of Young Latinas’ Sexual Health,” argues convincingly that “pursuing an adolescent sexual and reproductive health strategy that centers on stigmatizing… does little to advance teen health and in fact may have deeply harmful consequences.” I feel like standing on my chair and cheering when I read:

As a reproductive health organization, we support many of the policies that are put in place to “address teen pregnancy”: compre­hensive sexuality education, increased affordability and access to contraception, and the expansion of public programs that address reproductive health, such as Title X and Medicaid. However, we support these policies as part of a platform to increase women’s ability to make informed choices that are relevant to their lives, and not to make choices for them. Additionally, we support ini­tiatives that expand young women’s options—particularly low-income young women and young women of color—for higher education and job access such as tuition reimbursement, loan forgiveness, affirmative action, fair wages, and organized labor. It is important to remember that these policy initiatives are valid in and of themselves, and attempting to use them to steer women’s reproductive health choices to what those in power find to be so­cially acceptable devalues them and can create skepticism towards what would otherwise be valuable initiatives.

Similarly, Kierra Johnson’s article in the Huffington Post, “The Myth of the Teen Pregnancy Epidemic,” reminds us that

People are having sex at every age. Sometimes it is safer. Sometimes it’s not. Sometimes it is with informed consent. Sometimes it’s not. Sometimes it’s healthy. Sometimes it’s not.

People are also, therefore, experiencing the outcomes of sex at every age. The outcomes can be both intended and unintended. The outcomes can be both physical and emotional. The outcomes can be positive or less than favorable.

People in every age bracket have sex, get pregnant, have abortions and have children. Sex and the outcomes of sex are not exclusively experienced by teens.

Of course there is always time to learn about sex when you are older. But why not start the dialogue with teenagers before they have to learn from their mistakes or read about sexual health issues on the internet? As Johnson says, “We are ignoring that people need information and resources about sex throughout their entire lives, not just as teenagers. We need to… stop using teen sex and pregnancy as scapegoats for social ills.” Double hurrah.

And finally: teaching teenagers to feel shame about having sex or discussing sexual health is bad for their future relationships and emotional health. I don’t have statistics to back me up on this, but I know that it’s true. It doesn’t take much time for teenagers to become young adults and young adults to become regular adults and then even our parents expect us to eventually do the hippity dippity and procreate. It’s not easy to erase the emotional residue that shame leaves, and those teenagers who were taught that sex is a shameful, dirty thing that only sluts do (because after all, the shame around sex is mostly aimed at women) will be more likely to have trouble discussing sexual health with their partners, even when they are involved in healthy, monogamous relationships.

Regardless of where you stand on the morality of sexual activity during the teenage years, I think we would all agree that two emotionally-sound adults in a loving relationship should not have to deal with the lingering effects of shame when trying to discuss their sexual relationship. It’s not healthy, it’s not right, and it shouldn’t be part of our culture any more.

To read more about different perspectives regarding the sex-negative discourse around teen sexuality, please check out the following articles:

Kierra Johnson, “The Myth of the Teen Pregnancy Epidemic

The National Latina Institute for Reproductive Health, “Removing Stigma: Towards a Complete Understanding of Young Latinas’ Sexual Health

Robin Marty, “Misinformed, Misunderstood and Misled – Why We Need Sex Education

Women’s Law Project, Philadelphia, “Changing the Dialogue Surrounding Teens and Sex

 


die BROTKATASTROPHE

Brot, as you found out in a previous post, is bread. Two guesses as to what “Katastrophe” means. Yep.

CATASTROPHE!!!!!!!!!!

I was so excited to follow up on my bread-making success from last week that I tried again this weekend, only to find out that my previous accomplishment was only the result of… I shudder even to write the words… beginner’s luck.

Oh, the shame. Oh, the humanity. Oh… the bread.

Last week’s version of bread was super delicious, but I had a few ideas for improvement: cooking at a slightly higher temperature, using wheat flour instead of white, adding seeds, and not using as much flour on the outside. Last time, I used a ton of flour to help pick up the dough ball because it was really sticky, but that meant there was all this flour all over when you were trying to eat it.

It was a disaster practically all the way through. I was so excited about my new and improved bread, but when I dumped the dough out of the bowl and onto the towel, it spread like instant pudding that hasn’t set yet instead of staying clumped together!! The HORRORS!!! So then I had to add more flour to make it become dough instead of pancake batter, which meant I had to KNEAD THE NO-KNEAD BREAD! More horrors!!! Then, convinced that I had finally remedied a bad situation, I started cooking it. No problem there, everything’s going well, bread bakes, and then… (can you guess what happens next?)…

I can’t get the bread out of the damn pot.

My bread is stuck, stuck, stuck.

I didn’t put any flour on the bottom of the pot because I’m an idiot, and now the bread is firmly baked onto the bottom of the pot. My kitchen, the Katastrophengebiet. Tears everywhere. Giant sobs. Rending of hair. The whole nine yards.

So now what to do? I have tried, mmm, just about everything. Including trying to put oil into the pot to loosen it up. Another harebrained idea that has resulted only in making the crust soggy. I am now faced with the ultimate and tragic solution: tearing the bread with my bare hands to get it out of the pot. I don’t know if I will survive this mission. It might just take too much out of me. And the waste of the bread! Cut down at the very blossoming of its wheat-and-seed filled life! Oh me.

This is what the bread looked like when I finally sliced and tore it out of its pot. Not so bad. And covered with seeds!

Edible after all.

And then I mangiare-d it with my mom’s homemade strawberry jam that she sent to me via my sister Beth. Mmmmm breakfast.

Mmm, mmm, mmm.

rain and cold
are not conducive to fun.