Blurry Bunny Fever

Maybe one day for the benefit of your eyes (and tempers), I will stop using the iPhone as my main camera and learn how to do a proper job with a real one. Maybe that very same day you will no longer have to endure the masses of blurry pictures I have been torturing you with lately. Maybe one day. Not today, though.

Last weekend the kids and I explored the Beatrix Potter exhibition at Millesgården. I was a bit apprehensive at first ("what if it's 'only' an art show? what if they can't touch anything? what if there's no coffee?"), but it was so brilliant that I'd like to take them back tomorrow (only my mother would never speak to me again, she wants to take them herself).

There were clothes to try on, vegetables to harvest, fish to catch, eggs to find and plenty of books to read. We sat down on velvety pillows under a pretty tree and just read and read. Everything was lovely. Pretty. Sweet. And that, my friends, was just what the doctor ordered.

"I just LOVE Beatrix Potter!" Wilhelm exclaimed yesterday. "I mean, I don't have a crush on her or anything, that would be really weird. But I love her paintings. Everything's so... pretty." Coming from my dinosaur-bakugan-pokemon-shark-lego-monster-lover, that was quite something.

That said, can I just say that I find her stories, ehum, a little boring? Is that sacrilege? Please forgive me if so. I love the illustrations, sugary sweet as they may be, I love the ballet, I love the, ehum again, merchandise (please forgive me again, readers of greater intellect and more acquired tastes). But the stories? They are a little bit on the dullish side, are they not?

Anyway. Since this magnificent excursion the kids have had bunny fever and keep asking me if Easter is anytime soon. They keep talking Peter Rabbit and playing Jemima Puddleduck like there was no tomorrow. And if that doesn't say "Well done, Millesgården!", I don't know what does. Funnily enough, they haven't asked me to read them anything Potterish even once...