“Kotten”

Hmmm, I suddenly realise I did write about our first grandchild, but what about the second. Poor guy, he has been quite neglected.

Here he is, one week old 

 Very cute, don’t you agree? And a bit worried, but who would not be, given the state of the world today? He still hasn’t got a name – or, to be correct, we do not know. But we will on Saturday this week when we will all celebrate him and the new house. There will be a combined name giving party and a house warming party at Kapellansbrinken. 

However, the prediction is that Kotten will stick. And that when he is 75, he will have to explain why on earth he is called Kotten?? These nicknames do have a tendency of being sticky.

Having two grandchildren is quite a blessing, and being close to them is obviously one of the reasons it feels really good to be home again.