I am walking back from the daycare. Picking Roxie up early. The walk back is silent, just Roxie’s laugh before she falls asleep In the pram. It gives me time to think of all the places I am passing.

I really like living here. Here, in this small provincial town where I grew up ages ago. It’s safe to me. It’s full of memories. And it’s full of people I love. And full of people I know.

A walk through town will give lots of hellos. Perhaps from some of the librarians at the library that I have known all my life. And who now know my kids. A trip to a cafe will maybe offer smalltalk from people who have gone to my classes in the gym. Or a girl in a shop will be the little sister of somebody I once knew.

It could send some people far away or suffocate them, but I like it.

Truth, with the familiarity of small town life also comes the gossips and rumors, and that does suck, but I like the feeling of everything being connected. Of seeing familiar faces everywhere. Of having known Roxie’s childminder since I was a little girl, and myself being somebody other people remember. A friendly face from somewhere.

I enjoyed living in London and Vancouver too. Mostly because they are awesome cities, but also because of the anonymity. Of going out and being whoever I wanted to be – without anybody knowing my parents or stuff I had done earlier In my life. But that part is not something I miss a whole lot.

Alan and I did have a talk the other day. Of that great tourism position in the London and New York office of Visit Denmark, or what happens when Alan becomes a football star (we know its happening one day!) and is sold off to somewhere cool – Vancouver preferably. What then? Or will or wanderlust take us somewhere else before that?

I can’t imagine it at all. But my lust for traveling is also close to nonexistent. I want to go to Gothenburg to visit my friend. And to London for our family there. But apart from that I would rather just stay here. I really don’t want to be on a beach in Greece or shopping in Barcelona. Totally weird, but true.

It’s almost non-accepted today, in our globalized cheap airfare-ticket world to NOT want to jet off to Thailand, Dubai or Los Angeles. But it’s the truth and now I have said it. I will just stay here, save on energy, be happy.

Cause that’s what I am. Right here on the grey and almost springlike day.







February is more than halfway done, and I realize that this blog has been forgotten for longer than I wanted.

There are many reasons for that, one of them is that the girls have been off this week, and we have taken turns staying home, making time for lots of play dates and fun.

The other reason is a serious one; that Alan’s grandfather has been waiting for surgery, and is now still recovering from it. It has been tough for Alan being so far away from his family. We all wish we could be there with them for this.

So even though we have had a very nice time with the girls and enjoyed their winter vacation, and even though we have tried to keep busy sorting the house and cleaning up toys, the mood is muted in a way. Now we are just waiting for some good news.

It’s raining in Hjørring and our hearts are cloudy.


The cute sisters

I was  browsing through the photographs from new years from my father in law on the laptop. Procratinating while actually doing something else of course. For some reason they have just been forgotten there until now. And what a nice surprise they were. So many great shots of my happy girls.

I just want to share them with you – and thank the photographer!

And just wonder – there ´s one blonde and blue-eyed, and one dark and brown-eyed. I am sure the next (just hypothetical) one would have to be a ginger boy!

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Monday the 27nd of January

So far today –

I have had a nervous morning – the childminder called in sick, but the good replacement was available to take Roxie for a few hours until my classes in the gym were done. The good replacement would not take Roxie in with her rash though, so after half an hour waiting on hold on the doctors line, I got through, and Alan could take Roxie there, while I was at work. They met me at the gym after, all was well with the rash, and Roxie and I could walk home, while Alan went to work.

We went to the library first to say hi to my dad though, and Roxie ate a biscuit. Or crumbled a biscuit all over the pram and herself.

We walked home through the snow. Cold and crazy.

I shared the rest of last night´s pizza with Roxie for lunch. In the sofa while watching Postman Pat, because that´s the kind of mum I am today.

I tried to wipe pizza of the sofa.

I changed Roxie´s clothes because they were full of pizza.

I put Roxie out for her nap in the pram in our hallway. Not in the cold outside. I know it is ok to do, but I am simply not going out there today more than I have to.

I inhaled 3 Kinder Milk-slices my dad gave to me. He thought they had maybe gone bad, so he said I should not give them to the girls, and I said ok, that I would test them first. And so now I have tested. All three of them.

And now I am sitting here. thinking that since it´s February soon, it would probably be a good idea to put the new wall calendar for 2014 up. So far I have only managed to take the old one down. But that´s also a start.

It´s Monday. Right now a very slow and cold one.





It´s not really possible to see the snowstorm in this photo, but I promise you, it´s crazy!

Winter wonderland

It’s Sunday.

I have been celebrating since Thursday where I passed the exam with a good result, and I feel blessed knowing that there is an unknown number of days till the next semester starts. No more morning – or afternoon sickness since then. Just some time to relax.

The weather has been crazy. So much snow, and we are doing lots of pretending that we actually live in a ski-cabin in Norway. Not the worst thing to pretend in this beautiful landscape. Jolina has learned about different foodgroups in the kindergarten, and when I asked her about chocolate, she said it was the perfect food to bring when you go skiing. Quite right.
One day we hope to go skiing again. With the girls. And lots of treats in our pockets. Today we pretended, so we had some little goodies to hand out in between playing in the snow.


Today I also went out on my own to the local museum. They have a 60’s exhibition and I saw a scarf – and found out my greatnanny made it! A sweet story that I did not know about.



Monday Monday Monday

I am procrastinating like crazy.

I need to read faster. Store knowledge in my head more efficiently without loss of facts. Write some gold sentences I can add to my presentation.
And so on..

But I can only sit here and think of an amazing weekend. Of cosytime, happiness and great times. Of a sweet friend, a fun night out and my cute little girls.

And how I long for more of that – and less examstress.

I cannot wait for this to be over on thursday! This will be my first exam at my new university, so I am very nervous to see if I can live up to their standards.
And if I get all the reading done I need to do..




Here’s to a happy, less online and more sustainable new year!

Happy new year to all! I hope you had a good one.

As in my last post, I have been thinking a lot about sustainability, buying less crap, being more mindful and generally greener (and more smug presumably..)

Alan and I have talked a lot about it all, and it feels great that we agree on so much of it. I can already feel that I am much more relaxed, that I DON’T have to go out and see what’s on in the sales in town or online. That I know that this or that cheap shirt won’t make me happier.

And that I actually have enough shirts to last me a lifetime.

Also it has made me realize – with an enormous amount of guilt, that I have enough of everything to last me a lifetime.

That also goes for fabric.

Therefore I have decided to start sorting it, knowing what I can turn into stuff for the girls, myself, others, or the house. And I hope to make some good DIYs to put on the blog, to inspire some of you to create something as well.

So watch this space – I have lots of things on my mind, and I hope to get back into crafty blogging.

It was great to do some sorting and cutting with Jolina. It reminds me of how big she is getting, and how much fun it is to be in the creative zone together. Even though it just meant that she was practicing cutting on the scraps. One day we will hopefully be sewing and crafting together all of us. Me and my girls.



Holiday wise the girls are both off from daycare and kindergarten still, and we are enjoying spending time with them. They have both grown a lot lately, and they can say and do so much more than just last week. It’s a lot of fun and a lot of hard work.

We try to be in the moment with them, and that is one of the resolutions for this year. To go offline for as much as possible for whatever part of the day we spend with them. Gadgets, Facebook and Instagram will always be there, but the girls will grow up so quickly. Sounds like a cliche..? It is a cliche, but its still true.
I was sick of myself checking new likes and updates every five minutes. Could the internet exist without me? Alan was much better at leaving his phone and being in the moment. I was rubbish. It was an addiction to me, and what an empty one. I realized it’s fine to go online in the evening, when I have time, when the girls are not asking me important questions and wanting me to take part of their game. In the evening when I have time, I can enjoy my favorite intstagrammers and bloggers as with a good magazine, and it turns into a lovely bit of me-time. And it’s great not to feel the guilt of having to check my screen – even when playing with the girls. Sounds smug..? Well, I am, because change feels awesome. I guess the internet can exist – even though there are less postings from me.

I choose happiness. Doing things that make me happy in the long run. It’s a new thing, cause I am used to very instant rewards. And I want to hope for the best in everything. I want to worry less by doing good things.

So much change is coming in 2014. What a great year it will be.

(And let’s hope the universe does not hit me with a bus for feeling this good for once..)

And then it was Christmas…

Today is the 18th of December. The 18th of happiness I almost want to say.

Today is the day I have to hand in my exam projects which means that I am off school until my exams in January. Yes, I still have to read, revise and prepare presentations, but I am lucky. There is loads of time for that.

So to celebrate that I brought Jolina with me on the train today. We handed in the projects at uni and then left for the town of Aalborg.

It was great! So cosy. And it reminded me of how awesome she is. And how big! She is such a little grown up.

Now we are home again. Listening to Christmas music and making presents before Roxie is ready to come home from her nap at daycare. Life is good.

This morning I was reminded by this amazing woman to be grateful for all the good things. And indeed I am. And I wish I could send her all the power in the world.. She deserves a good Christmas and so much more.

Be happy out there. Take care of each other.





Just wanted to say a little hello. So hello then.

It’s Friday and another crazy week is turning into a hopefully awesome weekend.

This week has given us builders, dust, moldy particles and that kind of stuff in the house. But hopefully also a partly new floor very very soon. Thank God for quick builders. They make a lot of noise, play the music so loud that the old lady inside me wants to kill their radio, but they do work. Which means we have a floor to put the Christmas tree on.

I have been reading up for my project and in a moment – as soon as I am done writing this, I will start writing something. Clever shit I hope. And not too long since there actually is quite a small maximum on the words. Which is always hard. Hate those limitations.

We have also been crafty. There is nothing better than homemade presents. Or that’s what I like to think anyways. And it’s so cozy making them. I know it will be no surprise now to some of the receivers, but they will arrive soon for you, so it’s just a little teaser…

Jolina went to kindergarten today in her red dress. They are having their Christmas party and were allowed to dress up. She really wanted to wear her tinkerbell outfit, but apparently that wasn’t ok. Costumes were not allowed, why I do not know. Just know that I think it’s stupid. Sometimes little girls should be allowed to wear their frilly silly stuff. Or be batman, whatever they like.

Tonight it’s my turn. I have a Christmas party and even though I don’t have a tinkerbell dress to wear I am still really excited. Have not decided on outfit or shoes. But I can’t wait ! Oh, and my contribution to the party is 1,8 kg of sweets. We all bring something and this was what I should supply. So I bought it this morning right after my SH-Bam-class. Guess the girl in the line thought I was going home to have a binge-party…

I will try not to eat it all before tonight.








The deadline

I am so behind.

And it is totally my own fault. For choosing to have kids. Kids that come with snot, upset tummies and mommy-clingyness. And not at least kids that are so great, cool, wonderful and fun, that I would so much rather spend time with them than study.

So it’s all on me that I am now sitting with two exams that need to be handed in on the 18th and not a lot done on them.

But there is still time. I can work nights on this. I can read a thousand words per minute. I can do it. I can write speedy as the wind.

I hope.

Because tomorrow I have agreed to go with Jolina and her kindergarten to church. And today I am picking Roxie up early from the substitute childminder. And I also promised Jolina to make some presents with her this afternoon.

Somehow Christmas makes me want to be a supermom, and that’s hard when also having to do well at uni.

But I guess, if all else fails I will just bluff. Just not the mommy-part.