The day has finally come for Helena to go to Nursery School. All last year she was so jealous that we dropped Ilias off and she couldn’t stay. But now she got to stay. She seemed right at ease, hardly even saying goodbye to me, although I think she might have been a bit confused and didn’t quite get it that when I said goodbye it was because I was leaving her there, not because we were leaving together. In the end, I just said goodbye and sent her off to play. Thor and I went home together. It’s very quiet at home now. Well, “quiet”: he’s playing in the babygym so I can hear an endless repetition of low-battery tinny sounding Mozart and/or nursery rhymes.

Ilias is having his second day, and he was totally fine as well. I guess they are growing up. Blub.