Big news!

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Crochet, Expecting, Family, Pregnant

I can crochet!

I have even managed to create something that looks like something! But that isn’t everything. I’m also currently producing someone to fit into what I’ve crocheted…

Flowers in my hair

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April - one photo a day, Family, Flower, Nature, out walking, Son, spring

“I picked this flower for you, mommy”, my son said and lifted up his wee hand holding a single white flower. The first flower of the year. Spring is here now and in a couple of weeks my wee boy is a year older. Life is good and every day is a new adventure.
I have accepted a ‘one photo a day’-challenge for April. Today the task was to photograph my reflection. Mission accomplished after a few hours outside geocaching with my in-laws. The flower is the one given to me by my little prince.

Flowers in the garden

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Family, Flowers, Gardening, Husband, Love

My husband rarely buys me flowers. Now, I’m not about to complain about my husband not being romantic enough. Au contraire, I’d rather like to point out the love he puts into the work he does in and around the house. You see, he doesn’t often buy me flowers, but he has been spending a few hours working in the garden during the past year. And instead of a bouquet of red roses, that I would have to cut, vase and throw out after a week’s time, I am now greeted by these beauties every time I enter the house.

There are plenty of them. About one metre tall (3ft) and they really do stand out from the surroundings. The leaves on the nearby trees are changing their colours and the days are getting cold. There are few really strong and bright colours left. But these flowers decided to bloom surprisingly late this year and stand strong through wind and rain.

I hope they stick around a little longer. Every day they are reminders of everything Husband does for me, our son, our home, and for himself. The small things in life are what builds our foundations, and lucky for me, those small things are being represented by beautiful flowers in the garden. I prefer these beauties to flowers in a vase any day!

Remaking memories

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Family, Farfar, Grandfather, Great-grandfather, Memories, Son

My grandfather, Farfar, is 82. I love him dearly and try to visit often, but I fail, and I don’t see him as often as I want. He has been ill for a long time, an illness he has proven he can live with, but which is at the same time tearing on him. I have many fond memories of him from my childhood as I spent quite a lot of time with him growing up. He has taught me much and has told numerous fascinating stories from his life before he became a father, grandfather, and now a great-grandfather.

He loves it when Son visits, and although he’s often tired he always takes time and makes an effort to entertain and spend time with him. Last time we visited he brought tears to my eyes, tears of joy and love, as he helped Son up on his lap. Found a pencil and a piece of paper and drew animals and mythical creatures. He used to do the same with me when I was wee. His hands are shakier now and his lap can’t hold a child for as long, but he smiled, and Son smiled. The characters he drew were characters I know from my childhood. Now they are given new life with a new generation.

Bowling in the Roomwheel :P

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Bowling, Family

We spent this yule at my in-laws’ in the south of Norway. We stayed for a week and had a fabulous time. At the most we were twelve souls living under the same roof, and as you can imagine it can get a little crowded during the day.

Vi feirte jul sammen med min svigerfamilie på sørlandet i år. Vi var der i en uke og hadde det aldeles fantastisk. På det meste var vi tolv som bodde under samme tak, og som du kan forestille deg var det litt trangt og folksomt til tider.

On the second day of christmas (our second day of christmas, which is the 26th of December) we went out to bowl, my brothers and sister-in-law and their families. Of course it was mostly for the kids’ enjoyment, but we all had a great time. I put my competitiveness aside and focused on the camera. Having fun with the whole group I ended up with quite a few good shots.

Andre juledag dro hele familien på bowling. Svigerbrødrene og svigersøsteren min og deres familier. Det var selvfølgelig hovedsaklig for ungene underholdning vi dro, men vi storkoste oss alle sammen. Jeg la konkurranseinstinktet på hylla og fokuserte gjennom linsa i stedet. Blant mye latter og moro ble det en del bra bilder.

Many of them weren’t any good, but are anonymous enough to be shown here. I am itching to scrap some of these (as in put them in a scrapbook album, not throw them away) but for the next days and weeks my thesis has to be made first priority.

Mange av bildene ble ikke spsielt bra, men likevel anonyme nok til at de passe fint her inne. Jeg klør i fingrene etter å få scrappet hendelsen, men nå må nok studiene ha førsteprioritet en stund.

My brothers

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Brothers, Family, Love

I have three brothers. The world’s three best brothers. I consider them my most important rolemodels, and they have, in more ways than they can imagine, made me who I am today.

We don’t spend enough time together, it is neither of ours fault, we all have busy lives. Still, I never feel left out, and I never feel forgotten. They’re all there for me when I need them to. I know I mean a lot to them. One brother shows me with his eyes. His bad conscience for not being able to make me the top priority in his life. He would make every person in his life his main priority if he could. Still, he’s always there. One snap with my fingers and he’s there to help, or there to talk, or just to listen. Another stops his crazy schedule for me. His life comes to a halt, and a few hours it’s like nothing else matters, for the both of us. He guides and advices, but never judges. He’s comforting and safe. The third lives his life to the max. Everything he does he does using all of himself. I know I sometimes make him feel bad for not seeing me as often as he could. I am sorry for that, and I know it is just as much my responsibility. I know he needs time to breath. I know he will be there when I need him, and when he is he is here one hundred percent. So many times has he come out of his comfort sone to help me out. He never says no when the need is great.

One does everything he can to ease life for those around him. One does not know what harm and evil is. One can make friends with anyone in the world. One is as creative as creative gets. One can make you laugh no matter how deep the pain. One is a safe haven no matter what life throws your way. They are brilliant, each and every one of them. And so successful in the things they do. So often do I feel like I fail myself, but only because I try to measure up to the great standards they set. I am so proud of them. Their abilities combined would make the perfect person, but perfection is over rated, instead they are three of the most amazing men I have ever met.

 

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