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Being a father-of-two

I don’t think it was much different from the new feeling, but the knowledge that I would have three kids somehow did transform me. It is not that I had been a bad dad or anything like that – although I must admit I hadn’t been the best of the dads. So far.

I think the responsibility hit me in the head, right on my forehead.

I just somehow felt that I would need to do more in terms of connections, in terms of time spent with the girls, in terms of educating them, and most importantly, in terms of bringing them up to this world.

And that quietly changed everything.

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Here we go again

We are not really an “eat-together” type of family. We have given it a go a couple of times over the years, but somehow it has always gone wrong. Well, gone wrong is not the best way to describe it, there’s been nothing wrong, it has just stopped somehow, always.

But we did like it when we did have dinners together.

There is only one rule: everyone at the table has to tell what was good and wrong in her or his day.

And now that we are kind of settled in the flat, Dóri’s at home before the third child is born, we’ve decided that we need this again. Read Full Article