I'm Wilma. Girl. No dragon tattoo. I love theatre, fashion, music that makes me orgasm and taking pictures. I have split myself between three places (London-Stockholm-Tallinn), but my current hub is Tallinn. Wherever my circus goes, there's always a party. If the party does end, I watch cat videos and blog about it all. Check out my yearly summaries below to get to know me a bit better. If you have any questions: hemafruu@gmail.com.

Thursday, November 14, 2013

Liverpool and meeting Little Sam.

More than a month ago I had an enlightenment moment 
that in the beginning of November flights to Manchester will be cancelled. 
This meant = quickly booking a flight + packing a 55cm x 40cm x 20cm bag + beg your boss to be gentle with you.
The main reason for this was that our friends in Liverpool welcomed a little creature to this world 
and I wanted to see him before he grows a beard and gets married.
Maybe you remember how we celebrated Samuel's birth in Estonia? here it is. 



Now step by step about what happened during 
our stay in Liverpool:


Trying to avoid my uterus to do all the talking, 
but I got really fond of this baby (Ella might get me here). 
"All the babies are beautiful" is a load of crap, although Sam is a true hunky
 (this picture does not bring out the best of him, but waaaaait for it):


Babies are not to buy on eBay nor do they ship them with a "Users guide".
Totally freaky situations for me, but Erik and Laura were so relaxed 
although maybe before and after our visit they were like "Ohhhh, džešuš, ohhh, džešuš!"


Tonnes of tea were drunk and loads of hours of smooth conversation 
was held on that couch:


Oh. my. God. I. got. to. hold. him!
Actually Erik was like "You want to hold him", I was like "Emmmm....".
The moment of overthinking ended up Erik just putting Samuel on my lap. 
Did not break him - success level maximum.


They see us rollin'
they lovin':


 I am a giant and Sam is normal size:


I have no PhD in babies, but the headline of my thesis would be
"Samuel hates soothers, because he is soothe enough.":


The kitchen and the master. 
The tummy was full of yummy 24/7:


Typical for England
Dinosaur turds everywhere:


My polar bear reflector was melting away.
It was almost summer breeze compared to the East.


Went around and did some shopping.
Did you know that a woman committed suicide 
at Liverpool Primark the week before?:


Domino tiles.
Lots of love seen here:


"I need more space" -
 and he meant literally because later on he shat so manly
 that he needed to be cut out from the clothes.


The only parallel I have  when it comes to raising a baby, is back at home. 
Our family members, who are in their late thirties have a child. 
Quite well-earning. Been together for year. The basics. 
Like everyone, they try to give their baby the best, but sometimes are unnecessary uptight with it. 'Desperately pampering' would be word, maybe?
Erik and Laura are the contrary, they'll wing it. Don't worry, they have read the book "What to do, when poop turns purple", but skipped "How buying a lot of blue clothes will make your baby a successful businessman in the future":


The moment of fear - the ninja cat and I:


Somehow many dear friends of mine are living in the UK.
 Sadly I had to pick my battles, since I only had four days there, hence Aston, Scotland and London were out of reach.
Luckily I have Sean, my porn and tea-loving neighbour in Stockholm (sounds fun, since he is fun).
We met up and freakishly we had SU goodies with us.
Yes, we miss Stockholm: 


This is hard to explain, but I ended up at Sean's father's birthday dinner. 
Many secrets revealed themselves - Sean turned up to be Alex.
WHO ARE YOU!?:


He has such a lovely and funny family.
His father: "What is the difference between fucking on a canoe and American beer?"
-"Fucking close to water."
Brilliant: 


I ate meatballs. 
Att vara helt svenskt:


If all the babies are so calm in the hands of Kaur, 
then I'm a lucky lady:


Erik, Laura, Kaur, Sam and I. (+ old geezer):

Make babies, not war!:

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