It's pretty confusing, but here's what I've been able to piece together.
I was born in Baltimore, Maryland at Mercy Hospital. I remember that it was a really short drive from my parent's condo. The entire time, the cord that was attached to my belly button was wrapped around my neck and nobody could figure out what to do. I didn't think it was that big of a deal -- and besides I was all hopped up on the good drugs. Then all of a sudden there was this big knife blade and a few buckets of blood and I was out of there.
From what I've been able to piece together, my dad is also from Maryland and I see his parents a lot. I LOVE to cry when my dad's mom (Grammy?) picks me up.. everybody thinks it's a riot.
Everybody says my mom is from someplace called "Sweden" and I have no idea where that is. If what I'm hearing is correct, I'm actually going there soon. But if everyone in "Sweden" talks like my mom we're going to have some problems. She's all like, "Jag alskar dei" and "Pratar Nina med Papa?" and "Vi ska gor ute" I have no idea what she's talking about. Plus my skin is pretty dark for a half-Swede. Somebody mentioned "Iran" at one point but I'm not sure what that's all about. I'll do some digging and get back to you.
-- Nina
5 comments:
Pabah (your daddy's dad) loves this site, tooooooo cute!
You guys (sorry, I mean Nina...she has such a way with words already!) are hysterical. The site is great and Nina is getting so big. When you get back from Sweden we really do need to get together. It's been way too long. xoxo
did your dad show you how your mom keeps her pajamas under the pillow yet?
I know Nina, I don´t get our mommy and dadday...that teddy bear is way out of style now that you are so big :) But I am glad though that you finally got longer than the teddy :)
Lots of love, Aldis
Love Nina's blog---and I will win her over--maybe a pony...
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