Sleep is a big topic around here: between me and mama friends (how many times did [insert-child’s-name] wake up last night?), between me and Karel (yes, honey, we DO need to rest), between me and Bjørn. Sleep convos between me and Bjørn make me laugh a little bit, actually. They are neither commiseration (as with mama friends) or persuasive/foot-down (as with Karel), but a little more…unsure. As in, Bjørn-the-deep-sleeper says to me tentatively in the morning, ”Last night wasn’t so bad, was it?,” then inevitably receives a look somwhere on the withering scale as I recount the number of times Emil and/or Karel woke up, how many hours I spent in our bed vs. Karel’s bed, or how many trips between rooms I made during the night. That’s not even counting the occasional waking-up-at-3-ridiculously-hungry night. Poor Bjørn. He has learned to tread lightly when it comes to the sleep conversations, because he can never, ever be right. Which isn’t entirely fair, when you remember this story.
Archive for June, 2011
We’ve finally had some of those days that we wait for all winter — days when you don’t have to think about layers or wool or even socks, for that matter. Days when the humidity is just enough to keep the air warm in the shade, and a breeze off the fjord sweeps through just when it gets to be too much. Weather such that the first thing you do in the morning is open the door to the veranda, and maybe, just maybe, if your baby takes an early nap you can sit outside and have your coffee with a bit vitamin D before getting started on cleaning up after the weekend.
Know what else you can do in this weather? Hang your laundry up outside, eliminating one component (i.e. the drying rack) of the obstacle course that is our living space. And not to get housewifey again, but the line outside can manage a load or two more than the rack inside — just an added bonus.
So we were especially pleased that summer descended upon us and stayed for a few days last week when our friend from Minneapolis Chris Cullen made the long journey to spend a week with us and our craziness. Not to plug Chez Lyngstad specifically as a 5 star get away (because believe me, the odds of getting fresh baked pastry in the morning here are very closely intertwined with numbers of children and hours of sleep), but if I was looking for a place to go to slow down, soak in sun, green space, and quietness, central Norway would be it. Aside from the just general niceness of having a friend come to visit, a significant and refreshing bonus is seeing the country through new eyes again. And man, is it pretty here.
I’ve always thought that when you no longer appreciate the beauty of a place, or just plain get used to it, it’s probably time to move on. I am not ready to move again quite yet….so consider that our open invitation to help me keep seeing fresh. So tusen takk for coming to stay with us, Mr. Cullen!
I have learned by experience (the greatest teacher of all) that most weekend events in Steinkjer or the surrounding area are likely to be advertised in the Thursday paper. So Thursday mornings find me paying more attention than usual to/scouring the ad section of the local paper. (more…)