Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Grünerløkka: home of superheroes

Oh, jenny I
Grünerløkka sidewalks in February are the hip joint equivalent of a perfect storm: Ice polished to a dull gleam, uneven like a rumpled sheet, treacherous like a Lannister, covered by a mealy layer of grey, dry snow with the occasional patch of half-sunken gravel thrown in for interest. It's miracle we even make it to the store.

But we do. In fact, so far this year, I have not seen a single person fall. My theory is we've developed the ability to hover. Our legs may flail all over the place like a riverdance prodigy drunk on Dr.Pepper, but our upper bodies just float on serenely until the legs are back in service. Flying cars and Superman are just a few kroner and some spandex away.

Now, if we could just add teleport to our tricks, that would be great.
Suflower-latte
I know where I would go... Do you?

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Black, white and very, very blue.

Babyface
Yes, yes, I know, endless posts of kids and cats. But I couldn't not post these photos. Isn't it strange how blue eyes look even bluer in black and white?
Dancyface
It must be said that not every child is lucky enough to have a lens-wielding aunt this talented. Did she mention that she tied for top of her class at Bilder? No? Guess she forgot.
Happyface
That's okay, Lin. Magnus and I know exactly how fabulous you are.

Monday, February 7, 2011

Balthasar and me, shopping malfunction

En naturlig reaksjon
Balthasar: Toneladyyyyyyy! Toneladyyyyyyyy!
Me: (mutters) Here we go again.... What is it, Balthus?
Balthasar: I want fishy treeeeaaaats!
Me: I told you. You can't have any.
Balthasar: Whyyyyyyy? I want fishy treeeaaaats!
Me: Because we don't have any. (opens cupboard) See? Empty.
Balthasar: But I want sooooooome.
Me: You've made that pretty clear, all day and all night. However, I'm no fishy treat magician. I can't conjure them out of thin air.
Balthasar: But you always say we don't have any, and then, after I've done some howling, we seem to have them anyway. Oooooooooo.
Me: Yes, but this time it's actually true. I forgot to buy fishy treats. There are no fishy treats.
Balthasar: Nooooooooo. You just don't love meeeeeeee. You want me to staaaaaaaarve.
Me: Look, mister, your bowl is full of healthy food. Have some of that instead!
Balthasar: But it's not fishyyyyyyyy!
Me: (hides face in hands) Just please, Balthus, shut up for a minute! I'm trying to work here! I promise I'll get fishy treats when I go out today.
Balthasar: Do it noooooooooow! Noooooooow! Noooooooow!
Me: But... I'm working!
Balthasar: Noooooooooooow!
Me: (gets up, puts on coat, very ashamed). I can't believe this. I've just lost an argument with the dimmest of my cats.
Balthasar: (curls up on couch) Okaythanks, I'll just nap while you're gone. Get some chicken bits for Pims as well, I don't want her nosing in my treats. There's a clever Tonelady.
Me: (sighs) I don't know about that, Balthasar. I really don't know about that.

And now I deserve a snack

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Huh! *scratches head*

What kid doesn't like pancakes? Sweet pancakes? Or waffles? Also sweet?

This one:

Gaveparade

What a strange little guy. I mean, come on.

Vafler og jordbær

Come on.

Yum

Well, more for me then.