I feel like a kid with a stutter: so much I wanted to say, in so few seconds, and nothing good comes out.
I could write about my Pan's 30th birthday, which came and went in a flurry of nappies and muffins and beef. Or about my favourite season, so absolutely beautiful this year, golden and with twirling leaves falling into my hair and onto the stroller as we walk along the river. Or about my wonderful, little kid, the coolest and kindest and sweetest baby on the block. Or all of Oslo, maybe? Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's all of Oslo. Or about the song I sing him, where I wrote the lyrics and my brother some of the music, and I the rest. But now Magnus woke up, and I've run out of time.
So exhausted, but happy. B-b-bye.
6 comments:
Oh, you two are the sweetest. Just promise you won't take cues from Magnus when it comes to headbutting, ok?
what a nice post! so good to hear. the beautful season, the walks along the river (leaves in your hair) and most of all that coolest kid in oslo!
michel
So glad to hear you're well and happy and enjoying autumn. And the best part -- Christmas (and all its associated sparkles and sugary things) is just around the corner!
Sending loove from New York ...
Er, "love." But I guess "loove" is nice, too. ;)
aaaw, I am happy when you are happy!
can't wait to see you!
meaning: I do hope you find the time to meet me and the giant Isak, and maybe possibly even super busy Ada Boo when you lovely guys get your butts over here.
Hi Michel! Thanks for enduring the peristent radio silence. I promise there will be lots more action here... as soon as Magnus allows me to sneak more time off from nursing, changing and cuddling. And I appreciate the loove, Heidi. Christmas! Soon! Yay! MISS YOU! And of course we'll get together, Camilla Vanilla Armadilla!
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