We're in. Quite a few ends to finish yet. But we're in. Starting to like it, I'll be in love soon. Tired. Moving up four flights if stairs takes its toll.
... doing our Ninjago/Pumpkin business.
The mornings and evenlings are ligher, winter is teasing us with spring-like days, and everything seems a little easier.
Been working in a music video all week. Super intense and long hours. And it all came to an abrupt halt with a sick Little. Strep throat. Again.
Kids. They sure know how to show you what's important in life.
There is a lot of it going on in my life at the moment. A little too much for my liking. And I usually like change. A lot.
Some times I want to scream it all out to the world. Stand tall and yell: I AM! But I know I'm still processing it all. Sharing at this moment feels like it will mess up the little balance I have. And believe me. I need balance.
And in the middle of change it all stops.
Another trip to the doctors today. Bigs third penicillin run this winter, his second or even third throat infection. Little has only had two runs. In a row. He gave the infection he got from his brother back.
So I'm at home. Restless. Missing out on another day of school. Feeling disconnected.
It has been a quiet little space between Christmas and New Year. Was planning all kinds of projects, but with a sick four year old time has really slowed down.
Although last year has been a year of beginnings, it has also been a year of ends. Big ends. And 2012 will be a fresh and different year for me and the boys. A lot of beginnings.
I hope I can look back this day in 2012, and reflect on the year gone, happy where I am in life.
Because one thing is sure. Everything changes for the better, if I consider my heart in the choices I make.
My year is going to be filled with photography, my boys, a new home, swimming, yoga, walks, friendships old and new, great food, good coffee, inspiration, dreams, love, energy and all the other positive things I can't think of right now.
Wishing everyone a beautiful fresh new start at life. Blank pages as we say in Norwegian. Sending my love to you and your close ones.
He's at that age where everything about Christmas is magical. Where little things become important, and queastions about Santa are frequent.
He's opening his advent calender and counting the days till Christmas. We're making kakemenner and presents. He's designed our cards.
But most importantly. We're making traditions together. I guess I'm setting the standard and will have to repeat it all next year.
And ten years from now I hope we're still doing the same things, and he still tells me he loves me and gives me those big hugs.
With this little guy is such a privilege. He lights up my life. Happy Birthday little man. Love you.
Spending the day with my two favourite boys. They both slept till seven (record!) and we've already ha pancakes and a snuggle in front of the cartoons.
Today I'm thankful that ...
... I'm still buzzing from my three day weekend in London
... it feels like summer outside
... I'm spending time with all my boys today
... Mini is finally having his nap
... I can hang my laundry outside
...
First. Write your post, calling it Thankful Thursday and listing up a few things you are thankful for. Put a link in that post to my post today. Then get the link from your post and add it to the comments below.
If we're lucky, then we get a chain of posts expressing the things they love in life, all listed right here.
(... and for those of you who are thankful, but don't have a blog, you can write it in the comments. Or you can add it to my Facebook page.)
I've been thinking about this a lot lately.
Being a parent.
From one perspective one can look at deciding to have kids as a very selfish thing. But anyone who has kids can tell you that it is one of the most unselfish things one can do in life. I really have to ensure that I am a little selfish every day. Just to preserve me.
And I have been thinking about happiness. Mine. My familys. Where it comes from. What defines it.
There was an article recently in one of Norways biggest newspapers. It questions why we have children when all research shows that we are more unhappy when we have kids. It said that our unhappiness grows exponentially untill the children are three years old. That kids kill your sexlife, your relationship, your energy levels and any kind of personal time.
I have to agree. I have two boys. One is four and a half months old. One is three and a half years old. I'm exhausted.
But I'm happy.
I live in a part of Norway that has one of the highest birthrates in the country. All my friends either have one, two or three kids. Or are pregnant.
We live in a permanent state of tiredness. Poopy diapers. Breast infections (fighting one right now). Endless laundry piles. Constant home improvement. Home made cooking (God forbid I give my kids some additives). Playgrounds. Early mornings. Early nights.
And I have to admit it takes it's toll.
But I'm happy.
Life has really been challenging me lately. In all sorts of ways. Ten years ago a situations smaller than this might have spiralled me into a black hole of self pity and depression.
But then Big Brother grabs me in a big hug while I'm buckling him up in a rush to get to kindie. I look into Little Brother bright eyes in his car seat, and he smiles. And I grab my phone to tell my Man all about it.
Wasn't it Einstein that said life is what happens while you're living it. Well I'm Living it.
... and weirdly enough I'm happy.
So proud of this gorgeous big boy who ...
... keeps his little brother company while I get ready in the morning
... masters a two wheeler scooter in five minutes
... tells me he loves me more when we say goodnight
... tastes almost everything, and likes it.
... makes deals like the craftiest of lawyers, and makes it very hard to say no to him.
... kisses his little brothers head.
... goes to the loo all by himself and washes his hands every time.
... loves my home baked rolls. Especially the seeds.
... reminds me, when my mind goes blank.
... jumps up to help me when I need something whilst breastfeeding.
... gives the greatest hugs and kisses.
I never thought I could imagine how it was to suddenly have two kids untill I had them. From being a quiet little organised family of three we were thrown into the unknowingness that is having a little baby.
I don't want to say that it has taken its toll. It really hasn't. It's just about living in the moment, although sometimes there can be a little too many moments in a row.
But as we all get to know eachother it's interesting to look at the subtle changes in all of us. The way we are adapting, finding a pattern and emerging into a family of four. Me and my boys.
As long as you accept and prepare to be interrupted in everything (yes everything) you do, don't take anything as a given and manage to sleep when the oppertunity arises, life is pretty sweet.
And the biggest lesson learned yet. Never overcomplicate things.
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