Archive for February, 2014

As one who doesn’t work outside my home (or really inside my home either, judging by its current state), the energy, ingenuity, and creative thinking that would normally be concentrated on a very important, world-saving, economically reimbursed real-world problem is instead diverted to situations slightly less far reaching.

Like carneval costumes.

I used a fair amount of mental energy on these, people. Enough mental energy that I started to feel a tiny little bit silly. Silly enough that I started to come up with justifications (ahem, see above).

To what end, you ask? What was the success rate of the energies, mental and otherwise?

One ‘oh-wange ninja tuw-tul’ (that’d be Michaelangelo, for all you non- 80s babies), who was excited and happy and proud about his mask and shell and green face paint for the first two minutes of barnehage until he realized I was leaving him with all these other people in costumes. Turns out when you’re 3, costumes on other people can kind of freak you out.

And one tiger, crying. Please note that I did not make the tiger costume. I made a shark costume. What is slightly more crazy is that I made a shark costume with the full realization it probably would not be worn. I made it for the challenge. And for future costume wearers in the family. So there.

Anyway, Karel chose the tiger, after days/WEEKS of indecisiveness that manifests itself in full body gesticulating (that, come to think of it, looks a lot like a shark out of water) and ”instruction” drawing. Days and weeks of coming up with his own ideas that were brilliant…but out of my scope. A turtle shell one could crawl inside, for example, complete with a blanket and small t.v. to make it cozy. A crocodile that has is constrolled by levers and buttons you push from the inside. There is no room for artistic interpretation. When in costume, he takes on the role of the chosen animal and the costume MUST REFLECT THAT REALNESS.

Oh my goodness.

The lack of orange face paint almost triggered another melt down, but blending white and red and yellow was thankfully acceptable.

Oh my goodness.

Everyone in the car, all costume pieces accounted for, no more tears…and a very tentative sigh of relief from the two of us in the front seats.

On another note, and for the record, the tiredness level after weeks of varying health in the grown-ups of the family has reached a new level. Emil peed in our bed during the night, and despite feeling the warm wetness on my pajama leg (he’s started sleeping in the center of the bed, with his head at my knee level), I slept on.  I felt it, woke up, and consciously decided to sleep. in the puddle. of pee.

There must be some kind of recognition for graduating (sinking?) to this level in the game of parenting.

Anyway, here’s the Ninja Turtle. The Discontented Tiger was not available for photographs.

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(brilliant design for turtle shell found at The Almost Perfectionist )







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Everyday Updates.

…..aaaand here we sit again, during naptime on a Friday morning, negecting/ignoring the chaos all around me. Turns out this mama doesn’t get that burst of new day energy until 2 p.m., a biorhythm not so conducive to life with munchkins. So it is when you work the ‘night shift,’ waking up to every snuffle or sniffle or clunk in the dark. But after 2 p.m.? Give me two free hands and 15 minutes, and the laundry is hung, bread dough mixed, and the toilet cleaned. Everything in its time, right?

ANYWAY, here are the highlights of the week. Or the last two weeks. The days just kind of blur together sometimes.

  • Cai graduates from shooting himself forward on his belly (honestly, he’d catch air sometimes he’d scoot so hard. Really.) to crawling on his hands and knees to pulling himself up on everything and anything slightly above his own knee level. Not necessarily in that order. He. Is. Everywhere. The couch, the easel, the cupboard with DVDs, the dishwasher, the windowsills, the Lego table…but preferably right in the middle of his brothers. He can now see something that he wants and purposefully go get it. He made it half way up the stairs to the loft (supervised) before pooping out because he heard the big boys playing up there.  He’s proud, we’re proud… and the vigilance level has been upped a notch in the house.
  • We try ice skating. There is no snow here. None. That leaves a lot of kids without anything to do in this ski-crazy part of Norway, so all of Trondelag is ice skating instead. Sunday night I’d had an unusually good night’s sleep, so Monday the three boys and I walked down to the ice skating rink. ”Look, Mama, I’m doing it!!!” makes me tear up a little bit right now. Karel showed relentless energy on skates, and Emil slid around on and in a milk crate. Cai Ruben insisted on being out on the ice, too. Like totally freaked out when I carried him back to the stroller.
  • Karel loses his first tooth, after wiggling it around for about a week. He was surprised it was so small, and asked a lot of questions about the tooth fairy. If we put the tooth in a glass of water, how does the tooth fairy get it? Can she swim? Is the tooth fairy really little so that she can go under the pillow to find the tooth? Do tooth fairies use teeth as money and that’s why they leave money for us?
    Somehow all 3 boys ended up in our bed that night, and a half-asleep Karel at 3 a.m. mumbled ”i hope there’s something in my glass…” At 7  a.m. :”Mama! Guess what! The tooth fairy brought me money AND glitter that floats!!! Do you think it’s the fairy dust that makes them fly? If I try it will I be able to fly??” 8:00: ”I took some of the glitter on me but I couldn’t fly.”And I was  glowy and thankful inside because magic still wins out over money in our big boy.
  • Emil, after a 3 month long self-imposed speaking -strike, begins talking to people at barnehage again. Only the grown-ups, though. ”Because I don’t like the kids so much. Just a little bit.” He continues to make up songs and jokes and talk about poopy diapers non-stop at home, increasingly in English, always making associations between things we’ve done or read earlier. ”Mama, say ‘there’s no baby in my belly’,” as I’m laying down with him at night. ”There’s no baby in my belly,” I repeat. ”Yes there is! THERE’S the tiny little baby in your belly,” and starts poking around at my belly button, which is evidently the baby. My belly button, and the skin around it, is a bit more slack and, um, pliable, after three gigs of being stretched to popping. Emil puts his finger in that crater, pulls it to a side, and lets go. ”Now the baby plays  Angry Birds…”

Ahhh.. naptime is over. So you’re spared the account of Cai’s well child check which had me chasing him and an extremely loud and overtired  and willful (read: naughty) Emil Birk around the room while the public health nurse asks me how it’s going. I might have said, ”No, really, we’re okay,” one time too many.

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