Decoration

As mentioned earlier today, I had planned to force Ann into helping me with the cookie decoration. Luckily she willingly obliged and we had a fun couple of hours trying to make our own small mater pieces. It took a lot longer than anticipated, and I still have many "naked" cookies left, but we had a lot of fun. It's actually harder than one might think, and I must admit that there's a couple of ugly pieces among the creations. 

Mommy's tired

Adam has been a  good sleeper from the beginning. He normally only woke up once during the night to be fed. After a while he didn't need a diaper-change either, so I didn't even have to leave my bed. He even began sleeping through the night - let me tell you , it's truly amazing waking up at 7 in the morning and realizing that you have slept through the night (sometimes I would wake up and check if he was breathing - just to make sure.. you know how it is - don't pretend you haven't done the same thing).
But then suddenly he thinks that 3am is the new favorite time to have a good ol' talk. You could almost set your clock to him. 3am! What's up with that? I can't figure out if he's hungry, because he just wakes up, begins crying until I wake up, then he just starts "talking". I give him the pacifier and cuddle him a bit, and he falls right back to sleep. Sometimes I give him a bit to eat, but he seems just as happy without it. I've tried feeding him a bit more during the evening, but it doesn't seem to make difference... well, no, that's a lie... it does make a difference, because now he  wakes up, cries, talks... and then he makes thunder in his diaper. And I HAVE TO LEAVE MY WARM BED.
Then once in a while, he suddenly sleeps through then night again. I hate that. It's like I get a little taster on how it could be, and I begin thinking that maybe it will continue, but then the next night is like last night.
He went to bed at 8 slept till 9(he was fed at 7.30-8) - was WIDE AWAKE. Was fed at 10 was still WIDE AWAKE, even though that last feed was done in the dark bedroom, lying down. Fell asleep at 11. Woke up at 1... again at 3 again at 5.30(diaper change) and then again at 8. I'm not happy with that... no not happy at all.

The worst thing is that he's so cute, even at 3am in the morning. I LOOOOOVE that he's "talking".

On another note:
My friend from teaching college is coming over today.. I plan on making her help me with my last Christmas preparations. We're decorating cookies - hopefully they'll look like this:

From pioneer woman

And we'll be making fudge, of course she doesn't know this, but I'm sure she'll be happy to help. I want this done, but I'm so tired today that I know I won't get this done if I'm alone.

Uh, and just because I know that you love to hear about everything (well I don't know.. but I'm sure you do).. I'm now the lucky owner of a gigantic zit... right between my eye brows ... right there in the center... bright and red. I'm sure that little piece of information makes your day a little brighter.

My sister is coming tonight. She'll be here for while - fun! 

Can you tell that I'm tired... this must have been the most random post ever... that's what happens when I'm overly tired.. I blabber. 

sorry :-)

Have a nice day..

over and out.

Goodbye

Today at church

Today after church meetings I was talking with Maria - somewhere during our conversation Maria humorously declared that she was an adult.. and she continued .. "so are you.. you are a mother now, that makes you an adult".

I am.. I am an adult. It's so strange, because I don't feel like one. Somehow I feel like I'm fooling everyone. I'm turning 30 next year.. it's not that turning 30 scares me, but when I think about when I was younger and I looked at people who were 30 and married with children, I looked at them as adults, and I guess that means that I really am one too.
Maria's daughter came as we were discussing the subject, and Maria asked her, if she thought that Maria, was old. "no, you're young"... okay, she then asked if she at least thought that she was an adult.. "no, you are young". Isn't that lovely? Maria has definitely trained her daughter well.
But seriously age is such a strange thing. I remember when I was in nursing school (long time ago - a way different story) I had to interview 3 elderly people about being old. I called my grandmother who was 75 at the time. I had a list of questions to ask her, I can't remember any of them, nor her answers, but I do remember that she mentioned that she thought it felt a bit strange to interviewed about being old, because she didn't feel old at all.
So maybe it's not that strange that I think I'm fooling everyone into believing that I'm adult now, when my own grandmother at 75 felt the same way.

Except the other night I felt very old.. I guess it all depends on the situation. We went on our first date (post baby). We went to the cinema to watch Harry Potter (oh yeah.. very mature.. right!). Okay, so maybe the movie didn't make me feel old, but being at the cinema did. I was irritated by people talking during the movie, a was finding the seats uncomfortable. I was missing my coffee-table, because how are you suppose to balance your drink, popcorn, candy,(and coat and handbag) in a seat with only one cup-holder? I felt a bit like an old lady who would have preferred her own couch in her own living room.(I did enjoy the movie though).

Age is a strange thing!

Adam picture spam

Adam got his 3 months shots Friday. He was a real trooper. He had to get 2 injections. He hardly registered the first one, and only cried a bit during the second one. He was a little uneasy in the afternoon and a bit drowsy - but that was it. He's the best baby EVER! He had a little band-aid on each thigh.

We went to the Christmas party at Church and of course Adam  was wearing his Christmas hat - it says "my first Christmas"  - notice his bib - oh yes we have a drooler.

.. and he chews on everything.

Look who's found his toes:

His first boo-boo - he hit his head on a shelve over the changing table. He does this new thing where he kicks and presses away from everything he hits his feet on - including us. So sometimes when lifting him up he presses himself away from us.. and become very tall. That can be dangerous with shelves hanging overhead.

I thought it would go blue, but it's hardly noticeable today - so I guess that is was a minor boo-boo.

O tannenbaum

The living room in our new home is a bit (a tiny bit) bigger than our old living room, and that means that we have room for a larger tree this year.

My cousin sells home grown trees. We managed to find a pretty one, even though it was dark by the time we managed to get out of the door, and I was walking around in ankle deep snow in my sneakers (yup - I need some boots) and I couldn't feel my toes. Adam missed out on all the fun - he was sleeping in the warm car (right next to the tree patch).

Yesterday the tree was ready to come into it's new home... our living room. I love decorating the tree, and I love a tree full of color and fun ornaments.

Every year I've made three Christmas ornaments. One with my name, one with Michael's and one with the year - different color and style each year.

But this year I had to make four.. because baby Adam needs his own. But my friend Lene beat me to it. She had made a custom ball for Adam. So one less for me to do. Her's is so much prettier than any I have ever made. She used different color glitter for the name and decoration, and her ability to write in glitter clearly surpasses mine - but I tried my best to complete the set with our names as well.

my favorite bird with ear-warmers - cute!

There seem to be growing mushrooms on our three.

Every tree should have a purple motorcycle on it... right?

Owly Christmas

 Merry Christmas!

Hi there handsome

Christmas at our house

BiG BoY

November 22nd, just a bit over 10 weeks old, Adam started using diapers size 3. 

And yesterday he rolled over from his stomach to his back. I think it was a more accidental than conscious role,  but either way.. he's getting so big.
The first weeks of his life, I was longing for him to be bigger, more alert and stronger.. and now here he is.. wearing his size 3 diapers.. all grown up, well, almost all grown up. I teared up a bit yesterday as I was applauding his role. I know that it sounds silly, but THIS IS GOING TO FAST. He's almost 3 months old now.. he's no longer a newborn.

Winter wonderland and a wonderful weekend

We've had an amazing weekend.
Last week I was talking to my good friend who had just had a little baby girl, she lives 2½ hours away in Odense, and she asked me when we would come down to see them. I answered vaguely that I didn't know, but hopefully soon. As I hung up the phone I felt a longing for my dear friends who are spread across the country, and I was a bit saddened about the distance that separates us.
I looked at Mr Michael who was sitting next to me, and I quickly explained to him the plan that was forming in my head. As the amazing husband that he is, he nodded along and agreed with me, that it indeed was time for a little trip.
I quickly phoned up my friend again and without many manners I invited ourselves to their house (and what an amazing house it is!). After hanging up with her, I dialed again, this time to my dear friend Lene in Copenhagen. Once again I invited my little family to a friends house. I don't know if my eagerness left them with no opportunity to decline, but they both agreed that I was a wonderful idea.
Our plan was to leave for Odense friday afternoon, spend the evening and night there, and then in the morning we would continue our journey to Copenhagen. In Copenhagen we would spend a couple of hours with my brother(+family) and my sister. In the afternoon, we would invade Lenes house and stay there until evening where we would head home to Aalborg (5ish hour drive).

Friday came, and we packed up our little baby in our little car and we drove away. It has been snowing for a couple of weeks now (on and off) and the forecast was promising loads of snow one minute and clear weather the next. We decided to take the chance, make sure we had plenty of time, and then just focus on enjoying the journey instead of stressing over snow and traffic.

The roads were clear and the trip went well. Baby  Adam almost made it the entire way (sleeping as always). ½ hour before our arrival he woke up... and he was HUNGRY!. We had to stop so he could eat, judging from the decibel level of his scream, he wouldn't be able to wait the half hour. Of course there were no rest stop so he left the motorway at some random exit hoping to find a parking spot. But the exit lead on to a road with trees and snow piles along the road, and no where to stop the car, so we ended up driving around for 15-20 minutes before we found a place to stop. That's just so typical - we might as well had continued instead of delaying our trip ½ and hour.

We found Elisabeth and Martins home (they moved into their newly build home a couple of months ago, so we hadn't been there before).
The house was beautifully decorated and the baby was so tiny and beautiful. It was crazy to see a baby who was less than 3 months younger than Adam. She was so tiny and he looked so big, and alert. I cannot believe how much he has grown and developed during these 3 months.
Martin and Elisabeth are the perfect hosts. They had made delicious dinner, and we really enjoyed a relaxing and fun evening with them. With only a two week old baby they had still managed to decorate their house, make dinner, dessert, look awake (most of the time) and entertain their guests... AND the house was spotless... AND they have a 3 year-old tornado running around. Super humans! That's all I have to say.

In the morning we left for Copenhagen. We had brunch at my brothers place, and enjoyed seeing him and his family and my sister again. They were all here for Adam's blessing, so it hadn't been long since the last time.

At 14 o'clock we went to Lene's home. She had arranged a Christmas candy making day. All of our friends were there. I meet Maria's fiancée (he's approved!) saw Lene's two darlings, Mona's beautiful girls, I caught up with Anne, heard about Lisbeth's doings, ate to much marzipan and chocolate, and enjoyed being surrounded by the amazing people I love and miss.
I vote for moving Copenhagen closer to Aalborg.. All in favor say "Ay".

Our car's to tiny!

These were all the pictures I took this weekend with my phone. I was far to busy enjoying myself instead.