Sunday, December 28, 2014

Christmas '14

Christmas, woo, yeah... We did what has become our 'usual' holiday - dinner at Sigga's on Christmas Eve, and then we made brunch on Christmas Day. Kristinn and Jasmine are here, it is great to catch up a bit!

Thought about cropping out the baby, is that terrible parenting?

Cheetah mask! Also, the hand positioning reads as 'Oh no, what have I done?'
Although maybe that's just me.

The boys show Langamma how fun magnets are.



To be honest I wasn't really that excited about Christmas for me this year, it was all about the dudes. Which I think is as it should be, not that everyone isn't allowed to be excited, but little kids just seem to get so thrilled about the whole thing. They both loved all the presents and kisses and family times, it is really nice to see it through their eyes.

Stripey boys in a box, just because.

Ooh, I have stopped breastfeeding Felix*, which means that I get to eat EVERYTHING IN THE ENTIRE WORLD. And I am. I'm trying not to overdo it, but that's kind of what Christmas is about, isn't it? I have been eating a lot of cheese, but it's more the stuff that had incidental dairy in - salami, gravy, biscuits and chips. Also ice cream. I'm not craving as many sugary things as I did, I think I was trying to compensate for the lack of richness with sugar.

* When I was talking to Ross at some point, I said 'Hey I didn't feed Felix at all today!' because I feel weird overusing the word 'breast', but then it sounds like I didn't give him any food at all - 'he's on a starvation diet, yay, can't trigger eczema with food if you don't get any, woo!' Anyway. Breast.

So Felix's sleep has been a bit wack, the first week was the worst - when he got super itchy at night, I used to feed him to sleep, but now obviously that doesn't work. We're figuring it out, and it is definitely getting better. He just scratches the hell out of his face and head sometimes, I wish we could find the magical 'stop scratching' formula already.

Anyway, I should post this! I'm having weird inferior feelings about everyone else's beautiful holiday photos, so let's stop overthinking it and press post!

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Weather, part eleventy-five

Still terrible weather, you guys. Ross and I tried to head to Akureyri on Monday, since the website for the roads said that they were being plowed, and there was no snowfall expected. What we didn't realise was that even if it's not technically snowING, winds of 12m/s + piles of powdery snow around = it may as well be snowing, because your visibility is still utterly crap.

So we drove past Varmahlid (usually about a half hour drive, this time it took about 45 minutes), then as we turned east we just couldn't see anything. I made some half-jokes about it being fine to turn around, then we decided that it would be completely ridiculous getting the car stuck just for the sake of Christmas. Ross did a three point turn in the middle of the road, and then on the way back we neeeeearly drove off the road. Good times.

We did a bit of shopping at the local co-op on the way home, just so the whole day wasn't a waste, but it was pretty disappointing. Not sure if we'll end up getting to the big city before Christmas, but I guess that just means less money spent on stuff... 

This morning the weather was pretty hideous, but we sent Henry to school anyway because it was their Christmas party! I have a funny feeling lots of kids would have stayed home if it had been any other day; the police ended up closing the roads around town at lunchtime, and the primary school cancelled their buses, and stated that they're not sending any kids home unattended. There's a bit of a let up in the wind at the moment, so Ross has gone to pick Henry up early to avoid the worst of it.

With Ross gone and Felix asleep, the house is so dead quiet for the first time in aages. I guess all the snow is muffling any outside sounds, because it's just so peaceful. Also we were just watching some Bob Ross, so I guess that has put me in a pretty zen state of mind.

This photo is from the snow day the other day, it is my favourite.
Okay, it's now nighttime, so I'm just going to post this and do some more later! Maybe there's time for one more Bob Ross episode before bed.

Thursday, December 11, 2014


Hullo! It's day two of a blizzard, so we are all cooped up inside and bouncing off the walls (some more than others, *cough*Henry). Here's hoping the weather lets up by tomorrow.

I'd say this drift is about a metre deep.

What else? I've been meaning to write for ages, just get so bogged down and easily distracted at the moment. So there'll be some bigtime summarizing, I think.


... is 11 months old, and is looking forward to his first Christmas (just kidding, he has no idea what's going on. He likes the tree, though!)
... now has six teeth, walks like a professional, and tries to climb everything.
... makes a huge variety of noises, from shrieks to grunts to groans and yelps. Also he knows that sheep say Baaaa.
... is about seven hundred times happier since he got some new steroid cream and drowse-inducing antihistamines for his eczema. At his 10 month old check up, the doctor was not pleased with how his skin was looking, but she was very impressed with how chipper and playful he was despite his discomfort. Also I put his official 'walking' age as about 10 and a half months, same as Henry. What a dude.

This guy.

... has stayed home for the past two days, and is definitely ready to go back to school, where there is entertainment in the form of other kids. He has this one friend called Aron Logi, and every time I come pick him up, Henry says to me, hey look, this is Aron Logi. And then I talked to Aron Logi the other day, and he was like, hey, I'm Aron Logi. And I was like, yes, you sure are.
... is a super sweetheart when it comes to his little brother. And everything, really. The other day he cried while watching a cartoon about Old Mother Hubbard - it was the dark version where the dog pretends to be dead in one verse, and the whole thing made him tear up. Such a sensitive and sweet boy.
... has started singing Christmas songs in Icelandic, and it is the cutest thing ever.


... had planned to take a week off before Christmas so that he could work on the house a bit, but it turns out that to take paternity leave, he had to have a minimum of two weeks. Oh noes! Two weeks off it is!
... went out today to pick up some flooring for the bathroom, but had to spend about half an hour digging the car out first. He then went to the shops and picked up food for us, Amma and Vicki. Gentleman.
... has not been photographed much recently. I know it made me really sad to go through a phase where there weren't any photos of me, so I will do my best to remedy that situation at some point.


... refuses to talk about herself in the third person. So there.
I've been reading a couple of style blogs lately, and have come to the realisation that I've spent 30 years not knowing which side is my 'good side' for photos. I'm still not sure, maybe they're both excellent? Anyway, in the course of trying to figure out which side is better, I realised that I totally have my Olga Amma's nose. I somehow didn't notice quite how pointy it is in profile. Again: 30 years with this face, and it's like I never actually looked at it properly.

What else? Ross and I are hoping to go to Akureyri one day before Christmas, but if the weather stays like this I doubt we'll make it. It should ease up at some point, surely. Please?

I insisted that we put up the Christmas tree yesterday, since we were all at home. Henry didn't care at all, it was almost comical how much he ignored it. He loves it now, just didn't really mind whether he put the decorations up or not. And this came after I had consciously decided to not worry about whether the tree looked 'good' or 'right', just to enjoy that we all had a fun time. Ha.

Okay, I'm done for now. Wish me a snow-free day tomorrow!