Saturday, December 31, 2011

Happy New Year!

I had a birthday the other day! Guess how old I am?

My answer is in picture form...

Except pretend there's only one of them...
You know how birthdays and New Year's Eve always make you take stock of your life? Here's a list!

In 2011, we bought this:

Then one of these:

And then this guy showed up:

In summary, my year was pretty much amazing and awesome and mostly filled with good exciting things.

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Ex-mas, part 2...

The neverending belated Christmas summary continues!

Henry and Nina were both pretty cheerful on Christmas morning - Nina got a package addressed to her from her Aunt Freyja, which she unwrapped all by herself.

Henry got dressed up like a little man again - I love when he looks like a little person.

Uncle Dom taught him some guitar...

And gave him an amazing present - Walthamstow friends, do you remember the toy stall that sometimes set up in the markets? It had an array of flashy light up toys, and Henry is now the proud owner of a policeman on a motorbike. He seems almost intimidated by it when it's switched on - he can't look away, but doesn't really know how to interact with it.

All the Di Blasio kids skyped with their Dad's family in the afternoon, which was quite lovely - we showed Henry off to their grandparents and aunts and uncles, and I think everyone really enjoyed it. 

Sunday, December 25, 2011

Merry Christmas!

I haven't been posting lately, too busy hanging out and catching up and enjoying the holiday season!

Anna is here and we have been having good times -  a lot of them made up of watching terrible movies and eating junk food - some things never change. She and Henry are getting along fine, they've been bonding over a shared love of shiny things and making funny noises.

 Does this look familiar?

There's just some things you've got to do when you're holding a squishy baby, and chomping his head is one of them...


Christmas Eve is the main celebration among Icelanders. We all went to Sigga's for dinner, which was delicious and plentiful as always.

Henry slept through the presents, but he woke up in time to play with the wrapping paper.

What, you don't play with wrapping paper? Feel Henry's disdain...

Anyway, I am going to post this so it doesn't linger in my drafts pile any longer... Hee hee, linger longer. I still have so many Christmas day photos to post, though, so maybe I'll post again soon!

Monday, December 12, 2011

I has a happy!

Guess what? My sister Anna arrives in Sauðárkrókur TOMORROW! You have no idea how excited I am (okay, you probably have an inkling, given how many times I've mentioned it...) I'm picking her up from the airport in the morning, and then we are going to hang out. Actually, she'll probably be completely exhausted from all her traveling, but I'm sure we'll hang out once she's well rested.

When I lived in Perth, I had moved out to a place that was pretty far away from my parents' house, so Anna and I mostly had big catch ups every once in a while. We had so much fun, we'd do intensive op-shop trawling over several suburbs, or go see kid's films during the day, when it's not as busy. We'd drive around, and eat ridiculous foods, and sing all the songs from that musical episode of Buffy (P.S. if you're singing 'Walk through the Fire' and alternating characters, you can pretty much sing all the parts as a duo. Protip from a dork.)

Anyway, those days of fun are one of the things I totally miss from Australia, so I hope we can have some good times while she's here.


I have a confession: the dude has still been a bit not-keen on sleeping in his room, so we finally caved and moved the cot back into our room. In hindsight, we probably should have kept it in our room for longer to begin with, but he was pretty okay with it up until recently, when he decided he would not, could not, go to sleep in the crib (he would not, could not with a... um... squib?)

So, confession part two: he's been sleeping in our bed at night. Yes, co-sleeping, that thing that I suspect lots of people do but don't talk about, because it's dangerous and wrong and makes your kids fail to develop independence. It probably also causes autism.
Ha, look at how I immediately got all defensive, in anticipation of being told off. I'm sure nobody really cares what I'm doing - rest assured, I'm doing my best to keep my son as safe and happy as possible, and I think everyone should stick to whatever works for them.
Anyway, having the cot in our room is like magic - he's been sleeping in there for hours at night (but not all night, yet), and seems to settle himself more easily without my help. He's even taking longer naps up there, which means I get bigger blocks of time during the day to do stuff and therefore have sanity. Good times.
And then when he does wake up (as he did just now) - he wakes up happy and calm, instead of in tears. Magic, I tells ya.

Still not sure whether to lie to the nurses at his next checkup, for fear of the disapproving looks - I jest, I'm sure they've heard it all before and probably have many tips and tricks for helping us all out.


Photobooth presents: Post-nap snuggle party on the couch.

Featuring Olga funny-face, Nina licky-chops...

... and Henry happy-pants.

Thursday, December 8, 2011


The baby dude had a half birthday yesterday, so he is now six months old... Are you as weirded out as I am?

He's been changing a lot lately, it seems like just over the past few weeks he's become way more steady and in control of his head and limbs. And now that he realises he can be somewhat in charge of what he does and where he goes, he seems to have developed some strong feelings on the subject. It's pretty awesome to watch him determinedly pulling himself around on the rug - he's not crawling yet, but he pushes himself forward a bit, then face plants, then repeats the process. Very graceful.

He also has a scooty-walker thing that is currently in the kitchen. He used to just hang out in the corner while I was doing kitchen things, but lately he's all over the place - I turned away from him for a few seconds yesterday, then turned back to find him right behind me, looking all pleased with himself. Such a dude.


Anyway, in honour of his half-birthday and the fact that it's nearly Christmas, I tried to take some photos featuring him and the tree.

It was kind of fun, but I think I may have to get Ross involved next time. Maybe then I can get a shot I could theoretically use in a card (which we all know I won't get around to making, so I guess it doesn't matter too much!)

Ooh and on a related note: we have a Christmas tree, guys! It is pretty cool. This is the first time where Ross and I have had our own proper tree, just for us - I hope it lasts a long time...

The story of my parents' tree is pretty adorable. It's pretty small, and I always used to think it was lame - I wanted a big tree, with matching decorations, like something on display at a store. Anyway, they bought it for their first Christmas as a married couple, and they were pretty poor at the time. They had a little bit of money which should probably have gone on groceries or something useful, but instead they bought this little tree, and they've had it ever since.

Monday, December 5, 2011

Party time!

Hey guys, someone wrote a comic about my dog...

Totally gross, but so true.


So! I think posting every day tends to wear me out, and I take far too long to recover from it. But it's all good, as now I have things to say!

We had a pretty awesome weekend. Saturday during the day we went to the Red Cross, I got some awesome awesome things, as usual. Seriously, though, I think I need to change clothes several times a day in order to actually wear everything I own. Either that, or just not do any washing for a month. I reckon I could work my way through it all eventually...

Mr. Henry got to stay at his Nanna's house on Saturday night, whereupon he decided to keep her up ALL NIGHT. I think he's still not that good at bottles, he just gets too much air and then feels sick and gassy and cries for hours. Bummer. Then once he got to sleep, he rustled and faffed around so much that he kept waking Vicki up.

Saturday night was our work Christmas dinner, then my cousin Maja bought us tickets to go see Lay Low at the local bar. The work thing was okay but we left quite early, which I felt bad about at the time, but it proved to be the right decision in hindsight.

See, we thought we'd snuck out pretty effectively, but then we ran into a bunch of people who were outside smoking, and they totally called us on the fact that we were going. I think having tickets for the show was a pretty good excuse, but they were trying to convince us to stay anyway - 'There's still dessert! We're going to play games!' Needless to say, that made us hightail it out of there even faster - apparently the Fisk staff parties tend to get a little messy, and the 'games' are all those gross innuendo-filled excuses for the single people to get drunk and touch each other inappropriately. So we didn't miss much... Or rather, we missed a whole bunch of stuff, but that was definitely a good thing.

Lay Low was totally amazing, it was so good to see an actual real band for once. Usually the bar is only populated by cover bands or weird Icelandic jokey bands who play racist songs while wearing matching woolly jumpers. There weren't very many people there, but I think everyone that was there enjoyed it - I just hope they and other proper bands come visit us more often.

After the band finished, there was terrible music and awesome dancing. Everyone from the work party showed up and danced with us, so I think our early exit was forgiven...

Sunday, I realised that I need to work on moderation when I go out - I had almost forgotten how bad hangovers are. I just get so excited when we go out, that I need to drink ALL THE THINGS. Plus I have generous friends and family, and it would be rude to decline a beer someone bought you, wouldn't it?

So we sat around all day and didn't do much of anything. Henry and I had a three hour nap, then I finally made the long awaited banana bread - although I still haven't tackled the resulting dishes... Maybe that'd be a good thing to do right now...

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Henry's Rollin...

Feeling pretty satisfied with life right now - partly for the awesome title pun, partly because of other stuff...  I finished a bunch of crocheting today (although I haven't posted it yet, sorry Pat!) and finally got around to phoning work about maternity leave (another six months off, yay!). Dishes are done, and I vacuumed up a bunch of dog hair. But the best one of all - Henry rolled over from his back to his tummy today!

In typical Olga fashion, I left him on the floor in the lounge while I buttered my toast, then came back and went 'hang on a minute, didn't I leave you on your back?' He then rolled back and forwards for ages, seems like he's pretty proud of his achievement.

'Whatevs, dude, I could've rolled over ages ago, I just didn't feel like it.'

Also on the list of achievements - NaBloPoMo! Done! How pleasant. Their blog prompt for today is, predictably, 'what did you learn from NaBloPoMo?' I don't think I learned anything in particular, but it does feel nice to get things done.

It's pretty good that I feel so awesome when I accomplish what most people consider ordinary tasks. So much life satisfaction.

Tuesday, November 29, 2011


Golly gee whiz, dudes, the weather has gotten wild around these parts. It was really blizzardy yesterday and even worse today, although it's not so bad when you're just hanging out at home like I am. My mothers' group thing was cancelled because no one could be bothered shovelling snow out of their driveways so they could get there. It's only a two minute walk for me, but I decided that I didn't really want to go and just hang out by myself - I can totally do that in the comfort of my own home!

Snow is way more fun if there's someone to enjoy it with. Nina is a champion frolicker - if you ever need someone to frolic through the snow with you, she's your man.

Maybe if the weather clears a little tomorrow we can try some sledding and snowman building. And if the weather doesn't clear, we can all invest in snowsuits and do it anyway!


Maja definitely got the snow she wanted, I just hope they're both okay with a relaxing holiday versus an action packed one. Then again, I guess a four months pregnant lady probably wasn't planning an adventure holiday to begin with.

So they basically get to hang out and take pictures of me and the dude. Barrels of fun, right?

I finally got around to pureeing those carrots that were mouldering away in my fridge (although the bananas continue to moulder), and Henry had a huuuuge dinner of carrot mush. Which he totally loved. So weird to think of tasting foods for the first time - how much would it blow your mind?

Monday, November 28, 2011

The name game again!

Over on A Cup of Jo, she is talking baby names for Motherhood Monday. She hyphenated both her and her husband's last names for her baby, and asks what other people think, and whether they'd consider doing the same...
Hyphenating hasn't ever really been an option for me, I have the longest surname ever - and then I changed it to something even longer. Basically, the Icelandic last name should be your dad's name (or your mum's name), and then son or daughter on the end. So my surname here is Sigurthorsdottir - daughter of Sigurthor. My brother's last name is Sigurthorsson, for obvious reasons. And of course, you don't take your husband's name when you get married - when you're married to Mr. Jonsson, it doesn't stop you from being your father's daughter. Plus the ending 'son' sounds weird on a girl, if you're in the Icelandic mindset. 

When my dad's family moved to Australia in the sixties, however, everyone thought it was too weird for a whole family to have different last names, so they all took the 'man of the house's last name, which was Hermanniusson (take a guess as to what my great granddad's name was...) So my dad got that last name, which my mum then took when they got married, and I grew up not really realising that I had a boy's last name.

Until I lived in Iceland for a year when I was twelve. I went to school, made friends, became more Icelandic-ish - and eventually felt a bit funny about my last name. While I was over here I used Sigurthorsdottir, because that was what everyone assumed my name to be, as a person with two Icelandic parents.
At the time, Sigurthorsdottir didn't really feel like my name, but as I spent more time in Iceland over the years, I grew kind of attached to it. While I was living in London, I decided that it might be nice if my passports for Australia and Iceland had matching surnames, so I changed it when I went back to Australia.

And then I got married, but since I'd only just officially become Sigurthorsdottir everywhere, I didn't want to change it to Di Blasio straight away. And I haven't really felt the need to do so yet... Maybe when/ if we go back to Australia to live, I'll think about it?

So yeah, that was a very long winded way of saying hyphenated surnames? Not going to happen. I wouldn't want to condemn anyone to that many letters.
Henry could have been some variation of Rossson (Rosssson? Rosson?), or even Olguson, but we decided Di Blasio has a much nicer ring to it.

Man, do you think anyone likes discussing their name as much as I do? I have so many things to say on the subject. Remind me of this next time I think I have nothing to write about...

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Giving up the things that get you down...

Ugh. I am thinking of forsaking Pinterest entirely in favour of Craftgawker. It's been recommended to me a few times - I think it takes at least three mentions of something different for me to give up my old ways and try something new. Basically, it seems to have all the fun DIY things that I look for on Pinterest, but without all the body snark and religious debates.

Seriously, I think it's good that people are starting to move towards accepting different body types - realising that fat does not equal ugly. What is not cool, though, is pinning a photo of say, Marilyn Monroe, and saying this is what a 'real woman' looks like. Because some people are naturally thin and some are bigger but not necessarily hourglass shaped, and neither of these things, or the billion other permutations of size and shape should preclude you from being recognised as a 'real woman'.

And then there's the thing I mentioned in a previous post, with a picture of a thin girl followed by a whole bunch of weight loss 'tricks' including joining pro anorexia websites, because they'll shame you into losing weight! Yay - that's definitely a mentally and physically healthy way to lose weight! End sarcasm.

And whichever body type gets posted - fat, thin, muscular, petite - there's someone in the comments saying 'oh my gosh this is gross! what make a prson want 2 look so disgusting? and b proud of it?!'

GRARGH fellow humans, stop being dicks! Pro-tip: hating your body should not be a totally normal thing, no matter what it looks like. The world makes me sad sometimes.

And then the religious debaters. Someone posts an inspirational religious/ non-religious quote, or a comment on the idiocy of believers/ non-believers, and then everyone piles in and starts just blatantly attacking anyone who holds an opposing viewpoint.

I honestly think that in cases like this, you can argue until you're blue in the face, and you're not ever going to convince people that they're wrong. I remember in year 11, my 'friend' Lisa and I argued for weeks, every recess and lunch break, about whether or not lesbian couples should have access to IVF. It went nowhere, as she wasn't going to convince me that it was right to deny medical technology to people on the basis that what they were doing was 'unnatural'*; and I was never going to be able to explain to her why her homophobic attitudes were awful and offensive and completely full of shit.

* 'Cause making babies in a test tube and then implanting them into a uterus is a totally all-natural process, right?

Ahem, is it possible I am still vehemently angry about that particular discussion? Perhaps. But I guess that makes my point - these sorts of talks mostly aren't about exchanging ideas or listening and learning, they just make everyone all riled up and nasty.

Anyway anyway anyway - crafts are way more fun than being mean on the internet. I want to make a dress out of t-shirts, some homemade sugar scrubs, and a million Christmas decorations!

P.S. Baking did not happen today, nor did crocheting. But maybe I'll get busy tomorrow!

Saturday, November 26, 2011


Today was super exciting - my cousin Maja and her husband Jason arrived in Sauðárkrókur! They came just in time to see the mini street festival where they turn on the lights on the big Christmas tree. Maja and Jason aren't staying long, but I'm so excited - and let's face it, you can probably get through most of the sights in the fjord in a few days anyway!

Ooh, Sigga had us over for a family dinner (lamb that Ross chased around a field in autumn - delicious as always), and Henry got to try some steamed carrots. He really seemed to enjoy them, although he still made a hilarious face with every bite. I wouldn't have thought carrots would be an early favourite, but then I guess they are pretty sweet when they're cooked. I just happened to buy a bag of carrots last week, so guess what I'm pureeing tomorrow?

I have also been planning to make banana bread all week, maybe I'll get around to doing that while I'm being all domesticated and stuff. I was thinking of making a few loaves and giving one to the nice lady who gave me clothes, but we'll see how that turns out. Last time I made banana bread, I made three intending to give two away... We ate them all within a couple of days!

Okay, I'm going to leave it at that - today felt like a loooooong day!

Friday, November 25, 2011

Baby talk

Here is a slightly funny story which may or may not contain more information than you wanted to know:
Whenever I see my grandma, and also some of my other older relatives, they ask about Henry and such. Then they ask if he's still feeding well, and if there's still enough milk for him. Totally reasonable questions, but it makes me feel a little bit weird, as in my head they are basically asking how my boobs are. And I reply, yes, my boobs are fine, thank you. I don't want to deny anyone the right to know how my boobs are. Boobs.

Okay, I'm done for now.


Got a package from my mum today, containing a book, some clothes and most excitingly, teething rusks - like milk arrowroot biscuits, only sooo stodgy. We gave Henry one to try and I swear it made his day. He was the happiest dude who ever chewed a rusk and kicked his legs around. 

Nina also enjoyed it, as she got to eat the gooey bits that he dropped on the floor. She will henceforth be in charge of cleaning those gooey bits up before I step on them and they squish between my toes. Eeeeeew.


Ross has gone to drop a friend off at the bus stop in Varmahlið, and he took Henry with him. So I am just strolling around the house doing not much of anything... Not true, I had a 20 minute shower which I didn't feel guilty about, then gave myself a mini-pedicure and patted the puppy. Good times.

And then Ross and Henry came home and we took a million photos! Most of them were a bit blurry - I really need to learn to use our camera properly. I'm just so scared of using the flash, although I guess it's not always terrible.

There were about four preliminary flashes - Henry's expression reflects that fact.

The dude! He wears mini converse shoes that his aunt Eva gave him! He wears jeans and a jumper like a little peeeeerson! (And Nina licks gooey rusk bits off his hand.)

We* have a game we play called 'do you like my hat?' The correct answer is either 'I do not' or 'Yes, I like it. I like that party hat.' I think Go Dog Go is a book that Henry must own.

* Yeeeeaaah, it might just be me. But I am pretty good at this game, honest.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Road Trip!

Whew. Well, you'll be glad to hear we made it to Akureyri and back with flying colours. Sure, it was dark when we left at 9.30am, and dark when we came back at 5.30pm, but that's what lights are for! The weather was actually quite nice, not too windy and totally clear - I could see for miles, once the sun came up. Makes me much less nervous about driving on ice...

Anyway, I bought a tree and some decorations and lights, although I got a bit paralysed with indecision when faced with the tunnel of lights available at the hardware store. Vicki was talking to a saleslady about how she needed x length of lights, preferably on white cord, etc. She turned and asked if I'd seen anything and I was just kind of stuck in a stare. I ended up getting one box of lights for the tree, as I'd already gotten the ones for the windows from the post office basement (thanks Vicki!), and bought a couple of coloured ones on sale last year.

I bought most of my decorations from Tiger, but I totally regret not buying more of everything. Oh well, I guess Christmas is one of those things where you gradually get more stuff as you go along. We have to save some room on the tree for when Henry is sticking macaroni to cardboard and spray painting the whole thing gold.

Ooh ooh! And! I bought a sled! I decided that if it snows properly this winter and we don't have a sled available, our visitors will never forgive us. It is called a funbob, and is pretty much a plastic bin lid. Funbob. Bin lid. I love words.

Henry was amazingly well behaved as usual. He charmed the pants off everyone he came into contact with, whether that was flirting with ladies in a cafe or making the staff smile as he slept slumped sideways in a shopping trolley seat. That sounds a bit neglectful on my part, but it was totes cute, I promised. And why didn't I take a photo? Because I'm silly, that's why. 

The only slight chin wobbles came when we were grocery shopping just before we came home. It was a bit packed, and we were all a bit tired and stressed out, and Henry had just had enough of everything. I went to the checkouts, and the lady in front of me offered to let me go first, even though I had way more stuff than her. 
Then while I was stacked and packed and paid for my groceries, she entertained Henry the whole time. Talked to him, wiggled his feet, made him giggle - it was so lovely of her. I was completely filled with gratitude, but then I guess it might have been fun for her, too.

Vicki's dog Perla got to come over and visit with Nina while we were out, and they had a pretty awesome time together. They got to race around in the garden for a bit before we left, which was totally cute. When Nina was little, I remember thinking that Perla was a really big dog, but Nina is now officially bigger. Good thing she's such a sweetheart, otherwise she could probably be a little bit of a handful. 

And that was my super exciting day. Yay for buying stuff! Yay for Christmas! Is late November too early to put up a tree?

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Snow and lights

Aw man! The internet wasn't working before, so I decided that I'd just skip the post for today since it was out of my hands... Then I came downstairs just to get my phone before I went to bed, and of course I had to check if the internet was back on. And it was, so now I can't blame the universe for my lack of a post.


It snowed tonight! And I put up some fairy lights! Which means it's totally nearly CHRISTMAS! I went outside to take a picture of our pretty house all covered in snow and lights, but it didn't work out to my satisfaction, so you can't see it. Here's the view down the street instead - snow and other people's fairy lights. Plus Nina footprints.


Vicki and I are going to brave the weather and go to Akureyri tomorrow for some hardcore Christmas shopping - not for presents, just food and fairy lights. There's supposed to be light snow, but that's why I have snow tyres, right? We're going to try to head off early, which means turning on my alarm again - boo! But that means we won't be coming back too late at night, so it'll be worth it.

Aaaand I think that's all, really. Here are my travelling partners for tomorrow:

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Did you know that today is Start Your Own Country Day?

My birthday is on the same day as the Festival Of Enormous Changes At The Last Minute - apt, as last minute could be my middle name, if middle names were based on character attributes instead of being regular names given at birth.
My birthday is also National Bicarbonate Of Soda Day, but to be honest I always use baking powder instead. Yes, the internet has told me I'm not allowed to do that, but I haven't had any disastrous results yet. Anyway, what national day is your birthday?

P.S. That site may end up being my go-to for blog inspiration, because NaBloPoMo keeps giving me guest prompts from Ricki Lake, and they're all about passion to achieve or something. I have no passion to achieve.


We had our last swimming lesson today, which meant videotaping and underwater photography! I believe the instructor puts it all up on the internet and then sends us a password, so if I manage to get copies, I will surely show you...

Except it's probably not going to be a super fun video, as Henry cried quite a lot. Every time he went under. He's never cried in the pool before, and he's usually fine with going underwater, but for some reason today was not his day. I think he may have been scared of the guy doing the videoing - he wore some big goggles and had a camera strapped to his forehead as well as a camera that he held. I can see how that might be terrifying if you met it underwater...


I saw an essay on my sister's tumblr, reposted from a lady who basically said that being pregnant made her even more pro-choice than she already was. I figured I had to link to it, and talk about it, because I remember thinking the exact same thing when I was pregnant. I had a blissfully easy pregnancy, compared to what I've heard from many other people - minimal sickness, no major health problems, easily accessible and affordable (read: FREE) healthcare, supportive family, stable homelife and loving husband - the works.

Henry was totally wanted and planned and awesome, but even then, I still felt tired and sick sometimes. And achy and moody and swollen up and hungry and angry and teary and everything else that comes with growing a baby inside you. And although I totally loved the little dude even before he was born, it was really surreal and weird to feel him kicking around in there.

So I couldn't help but imagine how it would feel to go through all that weirdness and grossness and discomfort if you were carrying a foetus that would grow into a baby that you couldn't take care of, for whatever reason. That would suck. Big time.

I think what I am trying to say is that being pregnant made me feel like I had very little control over my body - it did some pretty weird and scary things. I got pregnant on purpose, so I chose to live in the out-of-control body for nine months. Being forced against your will to live in the out-of-control body for nine months sounds pretty unbearable to me.
So yeah, pregnancy made me more pro-choice. It's a thing.

Edited to add / clarify / justify:
Gosh darn it I am bad at expressing opinions. I just lay awake in bed for half an hour with the scared 'am I in trouble?' feeling in my stomach. Why? Am I worried I will disappoint someone? Will they hate me if they disagree? And if I'm so worried, why not just delete it and start again?

I am not precisely sure of the answers to any of those, but I do know that I'm not going to delete and start again despite my worries. These are true things that I felt (and feel) strongly about. So I'll leave it up and hope that you get where I'm coming from.

Monday, November 21, 2011

Sweet dreams...

Henry's sleeping patterns are still a bit wack*, and I am discovering how bad I am at enforcing bedtime. I think we kind of lucked out when he settled into his routines, so we never really built them up on purpose... For the last couple of nights we've been doing dinner, then a bath and a feed and bed, but he wakes up again after half an hour, all refreshed and ready to hang out.

* I always used to think that meant good, or weird-good, like wacky? Nope, turns out it means bad, and Ross thinks it's funny when I misuse slang.

I even set an alarm for this morning, thinking that if he woke up earlier, he might go to sleep earlier... Immediately regretted it when the alarm went off, but hit snooze instead of sleep, so I got woken up again ten minutes later. I think Henry was awake from the first alarm, so it was pretty much time to get up regardless.
Ooh, and I had a lovely almost dream between alarms: I somehow thought Ross offered to take Henry so that I could sleep in a bit more... Then I remembered he'd already gone to work. Sad face.

I don't think it's the teething that's bothering him - he's been wearing some amber beads of Vicki's, and I'm hoping that the two things are related.

I'm hoping that we can get it sorted without resorting to drastic measures. To be honest, I don't think I could stand leaving Henry to cry it out, but I guess it depends on how much sleep deprivation I've had. I'm currently at a level that I can cope with - I'm not crying at the grocery store in my pyjamas or anything (although I did get a bit sad today when the checkout girl forgot to discount my bananas. For real. Ask Ross.)

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Nice lady and poky baby

I have a neighbour called Stebba. Her father was born in our house, so she would have been really keen on buying it had she known it was for sale (but she didn't - phew!)

Anyway, she is a bit of an eccentric character - she has five cats that live in her house, plus another ten or so feral ones that she feeds in her back shed. She has some pretty crazy hair, and wears some amazingly weird things. I guess she has committed to being a bit of a weird old cat lady, and doesn't really care what anyone thinks about that.

She is totally lovely though, always has something nice to say whenever I meet her in the street. She is an 'animal's friend' as they say here in Iceland - aside from the feral cats, she leaves food out on the hill behind her house for the ravens and escaped minks.

Anyway, she sells second clothes from her house and holds little markets there every now and again. I've never actually been, but Sigga said she sometimes has nice things.

So today she came round with a garbage bag full of clothes for me. I was at Amma's, so Ross said thanks, and brought the bag in. She then came round to Amma's, just to explain that she'd given me a bag full of clothes, but that she didn't think I was poor or anything. I, of course, love free things, so I wouldn't have thought twice about it, but she was very adamant that she definitely didn't want to offend me by giving me things.
Nice lady.

Ross has pointed out that we should probably try to use our flashy camera to take pictures of things that aren't Henry. Not that we'll stop taking photos of the dude, just that he needn't be our only subject matter; after all, we live in one of the most picturesque places ever. 

Having said that - here are some photos of Henry!

I will pretty much never get tired of Henry and Nina together in photos. It's my favourite.

Henry is going through a phase of really really wanting to have his hands INSIDE your FACE. In your mouth. Up your nose. In your eyeballs. Fun fun fun.

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Happiness is a Kong Foo Sing...

The NaBloPoMo prompt for yesterday was 'What has been the happiest moment of your life thus far?'

I don't know if I have one single amazing, life-defining moment of pure happiness... I'm probably supposed to say when Henry was born, but to be honest, I was pretty out of it when that finally happened. It was probably the 'most blurrily exhausting and vaguely traumatic moment of my life.'

So I don't think there's any one moment in my life that outshone all the rest. The way I look at it is inspired by this quote from Kurt Vonnegut (who else?):

"I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, 'If this isn't nice, I don't know what is.'"

I actually do this. I make a point of it. I say those exact words.

I have said it while walking with the dog along the fjord, when the weather is nice and still. And when there's a freezing wind. And when it's snowing.
I have said it when I'm sitting inside with my husband watching silly videos on the internet and eating popcorn.
I have said it when I've been snuggling with the little dude, when he's woken up at four thirty in the morning and he's making the most ridiculous noises ever.

I try to say it often, because I think the little moments of pure happiness are much easier to come by than the big dramatic ones.

Friday, November 18, 2011

Early post!

Saw a very pretty sunrise on my walk today - at 10:20am. Winter is coming. But then again, with winter come a whole bunch of my loved ones, so I'm not too sad about it. Also, it makes a huge difference whether you're working or able to stay inside when the weather is terrible.

Also on our walk, Nina found a piece of gum, and when I told her to drop it, she just looked at me, chewing her gum, like an insolent teenager.


My friend who was having the party has a sick-at-home husband, so I decided to give it a miss. Also factoring into the decision - Henry didn't sleep super well, I still had to take Nina out for her walk, and I had just finished baking a batch of cookies. Sneaky voice in my head: If you don't take the cookies to the party, then they're ALL YOURS...
Maybe I'll save one for Ross, though.


You know I have discovered about Pinterest? It's opened me up to a whole new world of annoying spelling errors. Kido? Wounder? DYI? Geez, people. I feel like a jerk because I can't just let it go, but for some reason spelling mistakes have always driven me nuts.


Oh em gee, are you ready for this meme? So, I got it from Nothing But Bonfires, the latest in the line of blogs that I stumbled upon and rather like.

So the meme is about accents. People make videos of themselves to show off the way they talk - I know whenever I read a blog, I imagine a voice for the author, and it's pretty funny to hear what their real voice is like. I discovered that I almost always imagine bloggers to have American accents*, because I was really surprised to hear this girl's totally posh British accent.

* Don't ask me which American accent. I realise that there are a bunch of different ones, but I cannot remember which one is which.

Anyway, I guess doing a meme like this involves the assumption that there are people reading my blog who haven't met me - hello strangers! For everyone who has met me, I made sure to include a Henry in the video.


My accent is supposed to be Australian, but Icelandic parents plus nearly four years since I lived there means it's a bit mashed up. And just in case you want to make your own, here are the instructions...

Say the following words:
Aunt, route, wash, oil, theatre, iron, salmon, caramel, fire, water, sure, data, ruin, crayon, toilet, New Orleans, pecan, both, again, probably, spitting image, Alabama, lawyer, coupon, mayonnaise, syrup, pajamas, caught.

And answer the following questions:
What is it called when you throw toilet paper on a house?
What is the bug that curls into a ball when you touch it?
What is the bubbly carbonated drink called?
What do you call gym shoes?
What do you say to address a group of people?
What do you call the kind of spider that has an oval-shaped body and extremely long legs?
What do you call your grandparents?
What do you call the wheeled contraption in which you carry groceries at the supermarket?
What do you call it when rain falls while the sun is shining?
What is the thing you use to change the TV channel?

Thursday, November 17, 2011


It's Thursday, so it must be time for a meme that I've used before - not the awesome one I talked about yesterday, still haven't managed to make that happen.

Tomorrow: I'm going to my friend Guðbjörg's house for a Pauline-party. I might get up early and make some cookies beforehand, or I might just hit up the bakery...
Feeling: A bit disappointed that I didn't write a proper blog before. A bit tired, as usual. A bit guilty because Ross is walking in circles with our non-sleepy baby.
Happy because: It's nearly the weekend, which means quality Ross-time, yay! Although Ross has to work Saturday, boo! But Sunday, yay!
Today I: should have made banana bread.
Laundry: Ooh, I hung some up before, and I'll put another load on tomorrow. Maybe I should try to put ALL the loads on tomorrow?
Something I know: Baby nails are way sharper than you'd think. Especially on your gums.
Currently reading: I bought a Jodi Picoult book in Icelandic, and started it the other day, so I guess I'm technically reading that? I'm finding it a bit hard because I find myself trying to translate it all in my head. So while I understand the meaning of the word flekamót, I can't actually get past it in the text until I remember that it's called a faultline in English.
Wanting: teething to be over. Thanks for the tips, though, guys. And extra thanks to Vicki for the amber necklace, once it's restrung I will be the happiest person ever.
Favorite gadget: my iPod, good for internetting while feeding the dude.
Thankful that: life is basically good, it could be a million times worse.
Wondering why: the dude is so awake. I had the standard amount of coffee today - one and a half cups - so what is the deal? He's not constantly fretting, just every once in a while he gets all riled up...

That's all the brainpower there is at the moment. Time for more attempts at sleeping - fun for the whole family!

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

It's the future, Charlie Brown!

I had a cool meme that I wanted to do, but it involves technologies beyond my capabilities right now. On the other hand, I am typing this in bed on my iPod, which has super internet powers, so I guess I'm still kinda winning at technologies. Anyway, re: meme, maybe tomorrow? It's worth the wait, I promise. I think.


There's a girl in my mothers' group who is about to go back to work, so she decided to hold a bit of a playdate at her house on Friday. She asked if we could each bring something to eat, and because of this, she called it a 'Pauline party'. I wonder if that's just the Icelandic term for it, or if she just has a legendarily lazy-at-hosting friend called Pauline.


A couple of times now, I have noticed Ross shushing Henry in his sleep. It's pretty funny, especially when Henry isn't even a) crying or b) in the room. Just all of a sudden, sleeping Ross says 'shhh'. Poor guy, he must be dreaming of fussy babies.

Speaking of dreams, the other night I dreamt (ah, I can just about hear the collective groan - stop it! No one wants to hear about your dreams!) that I was dating Ice T... At least I think it was Ice T - he's the one from Law and Order, right? Anyway, I eventually figured out that it was a dream (which rarely happens to me), but it wasn't because I was dating a rapper turned TV star - I just didn't believe that I would cheat on Ross in real life. Yay, faithful subconscious!


Grargh, apologies for terrible formatting, apparently the future isn't as smooth and easy as you'd think. Maybe one day I'll learn HTML properly... But not today!

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

"You can't give a hug without getting a hug." Jacques Benigne Bossuel

I never used to be a very touchy feely person. Growing up, we were never that cuddly a family - we all love each other, of course, but we were all just a bit reserved. I remember going through a phase as a teenager where I would hug my friends every time I saw them. I think I made a conscious decision to do so, because being unsure about whether a hug is going to happen somehow seemed more awkward than just barrelling into someone's personal space.

I sort of grew out of that phase as I got a wider group of acquaintances once I left high school, many of whom I wasn't super comfortable hugging. Maybe I got more respectful of people's boundaries? Nah. I think I just got more selective of who received my embraces.

Then I met Ross, who does the best hugs ever, in my opinion. I'm still not a huge fan of public displays of affection (get a room!), but I can appreciate a good rib-crushing hug from someone I love. Speaking of which, I should probably get into training for when my little sister gets here - I haven't seen her in over two years, and we've gotten over our reservedness. There will be one or two hugs.

Anyway, all this talk of affection is inspired by this Motherhood Monday post from A Cup of Jo. It's about how all of a sudden when you have a baby, you do waaaay more physical affection and touching than ever before. So true. And sometimes you do so much baby snuggling, that by the time your husband gets home, you're all affection-ed out. Also true, but I didn't really think about it until it was pointed out to me.

So excuse me, I'm going to go hug my dudes. Both of them.

Monday, November 14, 2011

Teething pains...

That's literal, not metaphorical teething pains, by the way. The poor dude has been really fussy today, and I'm pretty sure it's because he's getting teeth. We've got a gel to rub on his gums, he's been chewing on toys, and he really seemed to enjoy gnawing on my apple core for a little while, but nothing works for long. If anyone has any magical cures, I'd totally be up for hearing about them.

Speaking of magical cures, I keep hearing about amber necklaces for teething. It seems like one of those ridiculous things I should be completely skeptical about, but then I read another recommendation and so it sticks in my mind... And to be honest, it's one of those situations where if anything seems even remotely likely to work, then I'm almost tempted to try it.
But I probably won't.


In other news, I decided that since Henry laughs at fart noises, that means that farts are inherently funny. It is an innate part of the human psyche to laugh at bodily noises, and it's something that everyone is born with. Y'know, just in case you were wondering what my take on that was.


 What else happens in the world? Man, it's not even halfway through November and I have run out of things to say. I didn't really realise how much of my life is just the same thing on repeat - don't get me wrong, I love living my life, but writing about it feels like it's not as interesting as it used to be.

Okay, this is getting me nowhere. Time to stop thinking, hit post, try again tomorrow!

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Babies and a list...

Eeeee, my cousin Beta had her baby today - just as she planned! How lucky, or determined, or maybe a little bit of both. I remember reading something recently about how women in the U.S. had fewer than average babies on Halloween, and more than average on Valentine's day. So theoretically, women can sometimes have an influence on when they go into labour. Cool, yes?

Okay dudes, basically, I got nothin'. It's late, and I still need to put away leftovers so I can eat them tomorrow (yay PIE!) The dude is being fussy and I have nothing else of interest to impart...

So! A meme, from the same place I got Wordplay, what the heck happened to that anyway? Answer: I got stuck on 'E'. I do mean to go back to it, but I really can't go so cheesy as to say 'each and every one of you, dear family /friends /readers.' I tried, but I just can't.

Me: A-Z
Awesome. And Australian. Ish. Pretty much.
Barely able to function as a grown up, quite a lot of the time.
Cried three times during 'Up'.
Don't like crowds or being the centre of attention.
Early, pretty much everywhere I go. I really really dislike being late.
Free to do what I want, any old time.
Good at holding a grudge. Forever. Yes, housemate from eight years ago who used to steal my Nutella, that means you.
Haven't kept in contact with many people from school. Not too sad about that.
Icelandic. Ish. Pretty much.
Just a little bit afraid of heights.
Keep a lot of junk. I'm a bit of a hoarder.
Lucky. So lucky, and I know it...
Married to a lovely man called Ross. Ooh, and mother to Henry.
Never been to Berlin, but I really really want to go. And soon!
Overseas, always. I've gotten to the point where no matter where I'm living, there'll be people I miss somewhere else.
Proud of myself when I achieve things, but a procrastinator anyway.
Quite good at Sudoku, if I do say so myself.
Reading is like my favourite thing ever. P.S. Anyone got any book recommendations?
Still love to watch kids' movies. And I can't wait to make Henry watch my favourites.
Terrified of messing up this parenting thing.
Unafraid of getting old. Most of the time.
Very good at sleeping. I can fall asleep anywhere, anytime. And if I wake up early, I can go straight back to sleep. This is a Very Good Thing.
Wish I had been nicer in high school. I think I was mostly okay, but could have been better.
Young at heart, forever, I hope.

Zerberting is my new favourite pastime.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Hello Giggles!

Had to share these giggles, they are pretty much my favourite sound ever. Also, I think it could be time for a haircut... For me, that is, not Henry. The dude gets to keep all his hair until he's a year old - it's an Italian tradition!

Self portrait, but I cropped my arm off so it doesn't look quite as daggy. It looks like Henry has my eyes, but they might still be baby blue. Only a few more months, then we'll see...


My cousin Maja is on her way to this hemisphere, and I just found out that my sister has booked her ticket over! We have started getting pretty excited about Christmas, I'm even thinking of doing a trip to Akureyri to buy decorations and bulk food for all the celebrating we're going to do... But we'll see how the weather is over the next few weeks - no amount of discounted fairy lights are worth driving through a blizzard.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Puppy love

Ooh, what an interesting date. I wonder if there's a record number of people who got married today. I bet there's also a bunch of ladies around the world trying their hardest to give birth before midnight. It'd be especially cool here in Iceland, because the first six digits of ID number are your birthday - so your number would be 111111-xxxx. Pretty awesome, right?
Okay, maybe not that exciting.

I have a cousin who is due to give birth any day now, although I think she was hoping for the 13th - her grandma's birthday and her first wedding anniversary. Man, I am so excited that everyone is having babies. I'm not ready to have another one quite yet, (sorry Mum!) but I kind of love living vicariously through my family and friends. Plus I get to talk about my pregnancy experience, which I always felt a bit hesitant about while I was living it.

I guess I'm a bit wary of oversharing, especially to people who are either uninterested, or actively grossed out by what I have to say. But if someone asks about it, then it is impossible to shut me up.


Have I mentioned to you that my baby is in love with my dog? Henry is awake at the moment (hello, 9.30pm) and he keeps getting a bit fussy and teary every once in a while. I'm not sure what the deal is - I guess he's probably a bit overtired, but he refuses to sleep. What can you do?*

*Be a parent, I guess. That's a novel idea.

Anyway, I've noticed that when he's upset, Nina is almost guaranteed to make him stop crying. He likes the sloppy licky end at the front and the happy waggy end at the back, the soft shiny coat and the jingly collar. Most of the rolling over that he's done has been an effort to get closer to her.

Nina, for her part, has realised that if the baby gets to pat /gouge /pull on her fur, then Ross and I are usually nearby and can join in with the patting. Everybody wins! Take that, everyone who said getting a puppy while pregnant was a stupid idea!


Okay dudes, I should write more, but I think it's time to give that parenting thing a go. Babies like coffee, right? And playing with important documents and permanent markers? I'm on it.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

In which I can't sleep, am spoilt, and really enjoy the internet

We had a bit of a rough night last night - Henry had a bit of a fever, which was totally lame. I know it's a perfectly normal and common side effect of the vaccinations, but in the middle of the night when he was all sweaty and red, I couldn't remember exactly where the line is between an okay baby fever and a  not okay baby fever.

None of us got much sleep during the night, but Henry and I slept in until ten, so that was lovely. I've totally gotten into the habit of being up before eight, so I feel a little bit like I missed out on half of the day! Good thing I didn't have any plans... And here's hoping his sleep patterns don't stay messed up!


Ha, the blog prompt on NaBloPoMo yesterday was a good-ish one: When was the first time that you realized that your home was not like other people’s homes? 

There were a couple of cultural differences in our house growing up that I didn't really notice for a long time.
I remember whenever I stayed for dinner at a friend's house, I was weirded out when the mum dished up a plate of food for me. Portioned out brussels sprouts and everything (I hadn't even seen a brussels sprout in real life until I was eleven). At home we always served ourselves from a big plate or pot - if you didn't like brussels sprouts (or if you weren't sure because you had no idea what they were), then you just didn't put them on your plate. Easy! Less wasted food! Why would you do it any other way?

I also read something my sister put on the internet recently about sheets. Why so many sheets, everyone? In our house, we had a bottom sheet, and then a doona (which I have forever called a sæng - one of the few Icelandic words that stuck). Again, when staying at other people's houses, there were a whole bunch of sheets and a blankety rug thing, and then the whole deal is tucked in around you. Don't you feel constricted? What if your feet need air? Weird, man.
To this day I have to completely untuck a hotel bed before I go to sleep. 

Oooh, one thing I specifically remember: I was at my friend Pam's house one evening when I was about eight or nine, and we were helping with dinner. I got asked to peel potatoes, to which I had to reply 'I have never peeled a potato in my life.'
This is because a) we usually ate potatoes with the skin on. And if an Icelander needs potatoes with the skin off, they peel them after they're boiled, which kind of burns and isn't really a little kid's job.
And b) I was kinda spoilt.


Oh man, I need to share this link with the world: Arthur recreates scenes from classic movies. God I love the internet.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Tall guys and bees

With regards to posting videos of your kids on the internet, I give you a kid dancing to Michael Jackson while stacking the dishwasher - cute. And if you read the little blurb about the video, the poster says that his son was a bit miffed and embarrassed at first, but now thinks it's pretty funny that he's an internet sensation.


I also saw this while I was browsing Jezebel - it's a news thing about a woman who got groped on the subway, then chased down the guy and picked him out of a line-up. It's good that he got caught and all, but that's not the reason I wanted to share it.
In the comments, lots of people told their stories of calling out dudes who have harassed them in public. And a user called dayslikethis left the following comment, which is great:

"I think I've told this story here before but it's one of my favorites and certainly lightens the mood from all the upsetting stories in the comments. I've been groped on the subway multiple times, making me constantly on edge. Just a few weeks after the last time I'd been groped, I was standing on the train going home from work and felt a hand in my back pocket. 
"I had that initial freeze-up and then started to get angrier and angrier. I turned around and was ready to flip out, when I saw a little girl, probably like 3 or 4 years old, looking in the other direction sort of dazed with her hand in my pocket, thinking I was her mom who was standing next to me. It was perhaps the most adorable thing that has ever happened to me."

I totally laughed out loud.


The dude had an appointment at the hospital today; he was weighed, measured and stuck with needles. The poor little guy got pretty upset about the injections, but I don't think he cried as long as he did last time. He now weighs nearly eight kilos (7.96 to be precise) and is 68cm long - big for his age. The nurse checked his growth chart, and if he keeps going like this, he'll probably end up reeeeal tall.


Do you know what is a fun thing to do? Check the statistics for your blog to find out where your traffic is coming from. Especially the search terms part. Two people (or one person, twice) got to my blog by searching for 'how+to+inveigle+a+swarm+of+bees'. Awesome.

Hmm, I wonder if by typing that paragraph, I just made sure that I'll always be the top google result for that phrase. Double awesome.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Time flies...

Did you know that the small man is five months old today? It is pretty wild. In honour of this milestone, I'm going to actually figure out how to upload video. Fun times!

Yay! You can look forward to many more videos of Henry's weird faces.

I wonder how he'll feel about that when he's older? There'll probably be a whole generation of kids whose whole lives are documented on facebook, blogs and youtube. You know how embarassing it is when your mum shows baby photos of you to your friends? Imagine that times a million...

It's entertaining week* on Cup of Jo, which makes me want to have a party and get all glammed up and drink a fancy cocktail and eat tiny foods... But I'm guessing that'll have to wait until Christmas, when there'll be heaps of people around to party with.

* As in, a week of tips for entertaining guests at your home, not a week that is interesting... Although I keep reading it that way.

Come to think of it, no matter how many people are staying here, it's fairly unlikely that I will throw a glamorous semi-formal soiree. I've never really been into big fancy events, especially not if they're hosted by me. Oh well. A girl can dream...

Monday, November 7, 2011

Grown up?

Yesterday I pulled Ross' fishy clothes out of the washing machine, but they were still wet! Oh no, I thought, I'll have to run another spin cycle. So I turned that on, then heard a bunch of weird grindy noises, and saw a bit of a flashy blue light coming from under the machine. Disco? No. Tiny police car? No, I'm pretty sure it was sparks.

So I wrung out the clothes by hand - I don't know how damp they were this morning, but Ross seems to have worn them to work regardless. And that means it's time to buy a new washing machine! To be honest, I'm not terribly upset, we got the old one with the house, and I never really did figure out all the settings.

I think being excited about new appliances pretty much makes me a grown up. Let us write down this date and celebrate every year! Or, you know, not.


I've been feeling weirdly anxious today, and I don't really know why. Do you ever get that? I find myself feeling bad, and it's a really teenage feeling, like I'm scared I'll get yelled at because I did something wrong and am waiting for someone to find out.

It's okay though, once I recognise the feeling, I remind myself that I'm not a teenager, and even if I was, I haven't done anything wrong. Plus my parents are too far away to yell at me. So, in summary, I'm fine.


In order to not end on that note, I'd like to share some newfound wisdom with you. Here goes:

Baby hands are the best.

This little dude that I have, he has the most amazing tiny little hands. They're like mine, only softer and smaller and chubbier. They're squarish, and a bit blocky. His fingers are so stubby and un-nimble most of the time, but every once in a while he'll deftly pluck his dummy out of his mouth, and hold it delicately between his thumb and index finger, like it's no big deal.

He's grabby when he feeds, and his hands wander around like they have a mind of their own - his free hand pokes my face and grabs my shirt, then always ends up tangled in his hair, pulling on it. Unless I manage to intercept the wandering hand, then he just grabs hold of my fingers and squeezes.
His not-free hand is the one that reaches around behind my back when I cradle him. That hand is tickly, and pinchy.   

The other day Ross pointed out that you can tell when he's getting sleepy because his hands get so soft and light all of a sudden. Instead of his usual grabbing and pinching and busy-ness, he pats you, gently holds your fingers, rests his whole little hand in your palm.

Just... so awesome.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Build me up, buttercup.

Today we are MAKING things. How exciting is making things? Well, for me, thinking about making is way more exciting than the actual making. The sense of achievement if/when you finish is awesome, but I fail a little bit at following through on my plans.

Exhibit A:
My making things consists of trying to alter things I already own, but don't use. For example, I have a bunch of dresses that were awesome while I was pregnant, but are not quite as awesome now that I have to feed the dude on a regular basis. I need clothes with escape hatches.
So, being me, I got all amped up, chopped up a dress or two, and then... never actually got around to the sewing part. Whoops.

Ross, on the other hand, is building gates for all our stairs. The gate for the cellar was pretty straightforward, and he was done in a couple of hours!

Unfortunately, the weird layout of the front steps means that we'll have to get a little bit more creative for the rest of them. And by 'we' I mean Ross, but I'm guessing he'll get plenty of helpful suggestions from every man and his dog (I know Nina has some very strong ideas about interior design).

"Tear it down and start again. That's why I chew on the staircase. I'm helping."

Anyway, I had a good day despite my low productivity, so life is good.*

*If this post feels a little bit truncated, that's because the dude just headbutted me in the throat. Why oh why is he still awake?

Saturday, November 5, 2011


Dudes, can you believe it? I just found the best thing on the internet - again! The Kitten Covers features iconic album covers, but with kittens. Yay for life.

So the prize for best thing bought from the Red Cross today goes to...

Old school sewing basket, complete with some dress pins and needles, for 200kr (about $1.80 Australian). Win.
Runners up include a black dress, a cotton scarf and a pinstripe suit jacket (size 6 months).

After shopping, we went and had burgers with Gerry the Scot, then Ross went over to his house for handymanning and videogames. Or something. Gerry's wife Edda is working until 10, so I figured I'd just stay home and have a quiet night with the dude. 

And because a post isn't a post without a Henry picture:

Friday, November 4, 2011

Early birds...

Okay so starting a post before nighttime is a good thing, yes? It will lead to many other good things, I'm sure.

I have gotten into Pinterest lately, it's a) awesomely inspiring and makes me want to do interesting things, and b) the biggest time waster in the history of the world. Also c) filled with stuff I love (puppies in costumes!) and hate ('dieting advice' that is actually a fat-shaming screed from a pro-anorexia site - I am not even going to link to it...) in almost equal measure.

Anyway, there are so many cute/cheesy baby photos that I may have to recreate - be prepared for some awesome christmas cards... Or you know, don't, as I will probably not get around to doing any of it. Either that or Ross will stop me in my tracks - he doesn't seem to think babies in hilarious costumes are as cute as I think they are... Although he might make an exception for this guy.

Also,  I actually made myself a nice lunch the other day after I saw something on Pinterest... I guess 'onions in beef stock served with cheese on toast' is probably not the official recipe for French Onion soup, but I enjoyed it. Today I made macaroni and cheese, but with real ingredients - the packet ones with orange cheese sauce don't exist here. It was quite satisfactory, but I kind of wish I'd had a sharper cheese - anyone want to post me some mature cheddar?


What else? We have started feeding Henry! I was going to wait the full six months, but he seems so big and hungry and eager, so we've been letting him play with solid food like apples and bits of fennel. Then last night we gave him some of the apple mush I made... It was pretty funny, he seemed to not be entirely convinced that it was a good thing, so we just gave him a couple of spoonfuls and left it at that. 

Vicki was over today, and we decided to give him another go. Again, there were definitely some mixed emotions - he made an awesomely funny face every time, but still swallowed it and leaned forward for more. I took a video, but until I figure out my blogger issues, it shall remain on my camera... Sorry Mum!


Aaaand... I think that's it. It's the weekend now, tomorrow we're going to go to the Red Cross (YESSSSSS!) and maybe have some lunch afterwards at the 'Hard Wok Cafe' - no, I'm not making that up, and if I haven't told you about it yet, then I promise to do so at some point in the near future. 
Apart from that, it will be the usual quiet weekend at home. Lovely.

Thursday, November 3, 2011


Oh my gosh, I have rarely felt this uninspired to write a blog post. Good thing I announced I was going to post every day this month, otherwise I would have piked out three days ago.

Basically there is not much going on. Sooooo... It must be time for a meme! Taken from here, about NAMES.

Your name? Olga

Your nick name? Don't really have a proper one. Ross calls me Oggy sometimes.

Do you like your name? I really do. But I didn't always.

If you could change your name what would it be? Now? I'm not sure. If I'd had that power as an eight-year-old, it'd probably be Larissa. Or Melody. Something kind of fluffy.

Mother's name? Unnur

Grandmother's names? Kristin and Olga

Children's names? Henry Thor

Do they have any nick names? Not really... Although I do call him Squishy quite a lot of the time.

Pet's name (current or past) Nina the best dog ever!

Your pet's nick name? Nina Beans - thanks Daisy!

Your best friend's name? Ross - ha, I just avoided that teenage 'trying to choose a best friend' dilemma. I win.

Nick name for your friend? Bunny (whoops, I don't think I'm supposed to use that in public)

Favourite name for a boy? Henry

Favourite name for a girl? Esther

Name of your car? It doesn't have one. I don't think I've ever named a car.

Favorite Place Name? Aaaaand I just got tired of these questions. Good thing that was the last one.


Sorry dudes, I sometimes feel a bit like posting a dull post is worse than no post at all. But heck, you can always stop reading. Plus my day-to-day life is probably duller than I realise, so silly lists aren't that much of a disappointment.

Anyway, I shall endeavour to do something awesome tomorrow! Maybe!

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

"We turn not older with years, but newer every day" - Emily Dickinson

Today was Vicki's birthday, so we just had her over for a quiet dinner. I made a Moroccan-ish lamb stew, and a berry crumble for dessert. Pretty wintery menu, but then the weather is getting pretty wintery these days, too. Crumble is pretty much my favourite thing at the moment - I made about twice as much as was necessary, so guess what I'm eating for breakfast?


In dude news, the little guy just gets more and more dude-like (read: grown up) every day. He's just about sitting on his own, although he's still a bit wobbly sometimes. Lounging on the dad-chair is a pretty good place to be.

He also has this bobbing up and down dance that he does if you beatbox for him. Luckily he seems to have a pretty wide definition of what constitutes beatboxing, so he manages to enjoy my lame efforts almost as much as he enjoys Ross' actual beats.

And in other news? I don't think there is any. For some reason I felt like I did a lot today, but it was all a bit errand-y and boring, and who wants to read (or write!) about that? Not me, that's for sure.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

It's that time of year again...

I decided to do NaBloPoMo this month, and then promptly forgot to write a post today. Ross and Henry both fell asleep on the couch, and I thought to myself: Can I be bothered staying up late and writing a post? Then I looked at the clock and realised it was only ten past eight, so the answer is yes, I can stay up 'late' and write a post.


Henry slept at Vicki's house on Sunday night, so Ross and I slept. ALL NIGHT. Can you imagine? I thought I might wake up out of habit, but I didn't. Which was almost sort of disappointing, as I love the feeling of waking up and realising you can just go right back to sleep.

I picked him up around 9.30, and he fell asleep in the car seat on the two minute drive home, so instead of having his morning nap outside in his comfy pram, he slept all squished up in the car seat for an hour. I looked over when he woke up, and he had his hat down over his eyes, and had managed to wiggle down in the seat so his legs were sticking out at a crazy angle. It was quite hilarious, but I refrained from taking a photo and picked him up instead. Aren't I the responsible grown up?


Forgot to upload this picture last time - I was trying to get a photo of his matching hat and socks and mittens, but the camera was more zoomed in than I thought. Still, he's a cute dude.

He had a scratch on his nose last week, and I've been waiting for it to heal so we can go get his passport photo done. He was looking pretty good this morning, so of course he managed to scratch himself again this afternoon. I should probably just resign myself to getting a funny looking passport photo for him. Or buy a nail file.


Ooh, my cousin Maja has some awesome news! It seems like everyone I know is having babies, which is totally fine by me. Maja and her husband are coming to visit Iceland in early December, and then we're going to Australia next year, so I get to see Maja's big belly AND meet their munchkin while he/she is still tiny. So excited and happy for them!

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Mush. Mushmushmush.

Today I made food for the dude!

Mush making is fun for the whole family - steam whatever you find in the fridge, then puree it into oblivion. Then feel super satisfied with your housewifely skills, despite the fact that there were a million other things you were supposed to do today. Yay!

Apples! Sweet potato! PEEEEEEEAS!

I put it all in the freezer for now, but I don't think it'll be too long before he starts eating proper food. He's really excitable when he's at the dinner table, basically spends the whole time lunging from his high chair trying to reach whatever he can. He gnawed on a piece of apple the other day, and last night I gave him a slice of fennel to hang onto while we were eating - he was so excited and happy, and nommed on it for ages until it was all floppy and gross. Then the dog ate it.

If I could reach you, I would eat you. Come a little bit closer.


Tonight Sigga is hosting another big family dinner, featuring smoked lamb, boiled lamb faces and oven-baked trout, followed by skyr cake and rhubarb crumble for dessert - nothing like a bit of variety!
It'll be awesome to catch up with everyone, and there's even a few cousins coming up from Reykjavik. I think Henry has a lot of familial hugs and kisses to look forward to!