Showing posts with label Photo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Photo. Show all posts

Monday, 4 February 2008

Time Out

Balance, I should learn from this tree. Simple, beautiful just standing still...

Today we took a decision. We really need to do something drastic in order to get ourselves and our life back on track. So a time out to find some balance in our thoughts and decision making.

Only making that decision took away the pain in my husbands eyes. The world doesn't come to a stand still if you take a few days off. The business doesn't go down if you decide to pay a supplier in a weeks time.

When the C was back from school I took my camera for a walk around the block. I've been meaning to do that for such a long time. Just stroll along the pavement letting my eyes rest on details of the neighborhood. I just love the architecture around here, I can't see enough of it.

A little time to breathe. When I arrived home, J greeted me as if I had been gone a week. My little puppy, bouncing up and down of joy.

Sunday, 27 January 2008

Out and about

We started our outing by getting into the car and driving past a couple of flats for sale. C thought we had a very strange way of driving to the play ground and was constantly asking how many minutes was left on our journey, so not really that much room for counting windows and checking the prospective new home from every angle.

When we arrived at the park, I took a little tour by myself to the cemetery. While there I realized that it was a long time since I was on my own on a cemetery, I have always loved doing that, so this was my little treat to myself.
Pure magic to me.

I wonder how long I stood watching this tree?

When I joined the others at the playground, C and J were in full swing

It's a beautiful playground and the setting is fantastic.

J, a bit small for climing ontop of the big climbing frame did good use of the slide.

A happy girl
(well at least until we were leaving, our departure was as usually accompanied by her primal screams).

Jumping around on spots on the ground.

Wednesday, 12 December 2007

Ordlos onsdag / Wordless Wednesday


More Wordless Wednesday contributions at
Nejma in Marocko.

Tuesday, 23 October 2007

You know you live on a northernly latitude

if you can go out dressing your child like this and no one raises a brow.
J loves her new hat, she calls it "rocket". I can see why. *No, it wasn't that cold, but she had managed to pour juice over her other hat and this was at hand on our way out..*

Anyhow, the biggest event of the day has been going to the pharmacy and because I actually had one doze left for tonight, it never turned into any big challenge in my head, so it all went very smoothly.

I love the street of our local pharmacy, we went around 5pm, when the sun was setting. Our whole city area consists of cobbled streets, it gives such a lovely feel to the daily tasks of popping out to the shop. *You can see the green cross where our pharmacy is*
We had to wait for 20min for the pharmacist to prepare my prescription, so we manged to buy quite a lot on our little route around this mini pharmacy. C wanted a set of hat, scarf and gloves, he felt so cool afterwards. Our little smurf *bless*.
Back home J decided she wasn't going to go up the stairs. "Bäna, mamma?" (Mummy carry?). When explained I couldn't managed both her, the buggy and plastic bags, she sat down and announced "Pappa bäna, pappa komma hem!" (Daddy carry, when daddy comes home). It took me a while to persuade her up the stairs.

Comment of the day: C is thinking a lot about the love of his life, which at the moment is me. Today, he gave me a cuddle after breakfast announcing that he loved me. I told him that I loved him and that he was my special boy. "But who is dad then?", was his next move.
"He is my special man", I said.
He thought for a while and then said with a sad voice: "I will never be your special man, will I?"

Sunday, 21 October 2007

Sunday at the beach

Today, true to my feel-better-check-list, we all packed ourselves in the car and went to the beach.

It didn't start off in the smoothest of ways. When we were about to leave I was working, O asked me if I was finished soon?

"Yes, in about 3 minutes" was my reply, not necessarily meaning me being ready in 3 minutes but merely my work, so when I finished my last task for the day on my computer he was already in the car with the children waiting and I had to rush about like a mad cow trying to find something to wear *2weeks dressed in PJs and no wardrobes in the bedroom, makes thing like this a true challenge!*. Still having a bit of a cold I also suddenly realized that it was probably arctic weather outside and I also had to find hats and warmer coats for the children. Arriving to the car, the children (and not only them) where a bit fed up with the sitting in the car.

This time we went a bit further than our usual beach trip and it was well worth the extra miles.


C and O left me and J playing in the sand and went hiking on the rocks. This is not the best of pictures, but it is the first ever picture I've taken of J, where she actually looks like me! *hmm, reading this afterwards, I am not sure that came across to well, bad picture = looks like me!*


She was very concentrated, collecting food for the birds *she was a bit annoyed with the sea gulls that they didn't come when she called for dinner*.


In her normal tidy manner she organized the stones into mummy stones and baby stones, placing the baby stones on top of the mummy stones *she did a lot of carrying!*

The region where we live is a volcanic region *mind you extinct volcanoes, I've been googling!* and there are some fabulous rocks on this beach, it is very close to an ancient vent of a volcano.

Here C is as a fierce pirate. J did her very best to climb the rocks as well and all of a sudden the moon was up and we had to go home again.

Comment of the day: I am terrible with birds, remembering what sort of species they are. My mum, dad and brother always had some strange bonding going on "oh, look there is a red blah blah.." and I don't know if it was sheer teenage resistance or what, but at the age of 13 I sort of took took a vow on not remembering such boring things and I am clearly now being punished. Today, C pointed at a sea gull exclaiming: "Look, mummy a swan!"