While the ash cloud was wandering over Europe, I was riding my way through the Forest of Dean, outside of Gloucester England.
Leo arrived safely home after his impromptu northern European road trip. Even after 6 days away and the removal of facial hair, Max recognized his papa.
For those of you wondering what it is like being under the cloud of volcanic ash, here is a photo I took from our balcony this morning at 7am:
Nothing but blue skies. They say that the ash particles are so far up in the sky that it won't really affect us on the ground, and that they are so small and dispersed that the sun can shine right through. We would never even know there was a problem if it weren't for the small fact that LEO IS STUCK IN ENGLAND. Apparently those teeny-tiny particles are not good for airplanes, so all the airports are closed and have been for several days now. We still do not know when, not to mention how, he will get home. Boo.
In other news: for the very first time last night, Max did not wake up to eat in the middle of the night at all! And in the morning he even woke up happy. Amazing. Hopefully this is a sign of good, complete sleeping nights to come.
UPDATE: Leo, four other grown men and three bikes are piling into a Peugeot and driving home. Hopefully their trip will go smoothly and they'll be safely home by tomorrow night!
Gröt (porridge) went over MUCH better than potato, and we had our first grill-out of the season.
I couldn't decide which picture to post, so I'm posting all of them.
Maximillian is learning to use more and more of his muscles. His latest move is the aggressive arching of the back.
We took a long walk in the sun and had lunch at Bertilsson's Stuga. They had their påskbrasa (Easter Fire) going to keep the witches away.
In honor of turning four months old today, Max tried some potatoes. I'm not so sure he liked it.