Thanks to everyone who participated in Bjørn’s ”30 people on Kim’s 30th” campaign… I laughed, I cried, I reminisced, and ultimately felt remarkably blessed to know and love so many great people.
Archive for February, 2010
Never fear, all you who were distressed over my lack of matching mugs for entertaining the fam… We are now the proud owners of a (nearly) complete set of cups, saucers, plates and what are evidently egg cups. No longer do I need to fear being the outcast of the Norwegian entertaining circle, because in addition to the coffee cup set, we have a coffee TABLE around which to sit and snack. Assimilation status: Complete.
Finally, some pics. Of Karel’s morning yogurt-hair (his bowl becomes a hat when he’s done. Super), Karel’s room, the view from our balcony (ignore the large concrete building in front — we really do get nice views of the fjord and the mountains), and Karel’s newest favorite snack — havrekjeks. That would be an some kind of oat cracker. He drags me into the kitchen pointing to the cupboard and saying ‘NAK? NAK?’ at least twice a day. I don’t know what’s in them, and am staying in the ignorance-is-bliss category for the moment.
(I know the photos are a bit toddler-heavy, but I really don’t have another subject during the day.)
The big excitement around here (especially since Norway isn’t doing so hot in Vancouver) was the arrival of our final boxes yesterday. I now have my full assortment of wooden spoons and the lids to my pans. Not to mention a nutmeg grater. 🙂 Now we know for sure the things that we just straight-up don’t have, as opposed to ‘did that go in a box? I can’t remember…’. Dishes remain high on the list. With the return of some energy (Hallelujah), I decided we could invite Bjørn’s family over to our place for desserts and coffee on Saturday while his sister is in town. Of course, it wasn’t until the invitation was extended that I remembered we don’t actually have enough plates and coffee mugs to serve more than four people.
Is a bring-your-own-mug party weird??
Don’t answer that.
Where to start? We’re in, for one thing. In our apartment, in the right time zone, in the system (Karel got his own personal ID number in the mail the other day. I, on the other hand, am still blatantly an immigrant.) Things are slowly falling into place, e.g., while sitting on a Turkmen rug supported by pillows in African made cases felt kind of exotic, it’s nice to have a couch (thanks to a kind co-worker of Bjørn’s). And I think our days of rationing out underwear are over, now that our washing machine is in place.