Trainspotters

 

Good Friday

German Easter decorations are out in force!

Our favourite ice cream cafe

Also, snow.

Sigh. We are so ready for spring.

Felix never wants to take off his pyjamas in the morning and for once we indulged him.

It has been a little stressful as Felix appears to be allergic to something in this house, but his ventolin puffer is keeping it under control. He just loves his Oma and Opa and has been practicing counting to ten in German.

 

Happy Easter!

Felix is enjoying his second German Easter so much! He can’t get enough of his Oma and Opa.

 

Painting with Poppa

My Dad keeps trying to get Felix to call him ‘Gren’, but Felix named him ‘Poppa’ in September and for the moment it is sticking. One of Felix’s favourite phrases at the moment is ‘Poppa mo-ker-bike . . . helmet on!

He also enjoys scurrying into Dad’s studio at any opportunity. He agreed to wear the apron because, as he proudly told me when I poked my head in the door, it is ‘Poppa’s’.

 

More water plants?

 

Happy New Year!!!

Thanks so much to everyone who stops by here; we wish you all the very best for 2013!

 

Christmas 2012, take one

Last year was so nice that we did it all again.

My Grandparents came up for morning tea.

Felix helped sweep the leaves

while the rest of us put salads together and set the table.

After lunch the kids escaped for bubbles on the deck.

 

Duckpond

We’ve left behind snow and winter coats and landed in Australia. Felix is having a ball hanging out with my parents and brother, visiting my grandparents and exploring the neighbourhood, but possibly his favourite thing so far is the duck pond.

He finds the ducks chomping up the bits of bread he throws them utterly hilarious.

 

Grandparents

Sorry for the blog silence. We’ve been busy having a wonderful time with my parents, who are visiting. They’ve headed off to north norway for the weekend, but we have some old Australian friends arriving tomorrow, so it’s still all go around here. Felix loves having his grandparents around, and today has been asking for ‘dama’ and ‘poppa’. So it’s a good thing they’ll be back in a couple of days. (This last photo is blurry but oh so sweet.)

 

18 months

Today, my darling, you are 18 months old, which is a pretty adorable age, and you are a pretty adorable boy. (These photos are from a trip to the park with Michael and your Opa during our recent trip to Germany.) You’re sleeping very well now, but more often than not you end up in our bed at some point over night, which means we wake around 6 with a little monkey bouncing up and down between us, saying ‘ogur?’ (yoghurt), ‘bow?’ (bowl). Luckily you’re content to bounce around a little while before we acquiesce and take you downstairs. The other day you were so excited on the way down the stairs that you said ‘ogur?’ ‘bow?’ ‘chair?’ ‘moo?’ (spoon). It’s very funny getting these insights into what’s going on in your head.

You’re really into sitting on things at the moment (unfortunately, including the cat) and have worked out how to climb up onto your little plastic deck chair. You come out with new words all the time. Recent acquisitions include scissors, shampoo, floor, food, knee, shop, walk, poopoo, away. You can say blue and yellow and green and you love it when I talk about the colours but I don’t think you can distinguish them yet. When we ask you ‘how many’ you try to count things. (You say two and four but not one.) It’s very cute when a bee or a fly flies close to you, and you say ‘bee! away!’, while waving your arms around enthusiastically. You are quite good at little two word phrases now, like ‘more nana’ and ‘dadda shoes’. When we were driving up the hill to the barnehage this morning (which is the same road we take to the swedish shopping centre, you said imploringly: ‘shop! more shop!’ You were very disappointed when I didn’t change our plans to suit you. I wish I could have.

Your favourite activity is to sit in the driver’s seat of the car with the car keys, playing with the steering wheel and all the buttons. Pretty much every time you see the car you want to do this. You also love busses, and point them out whenever you see one, saying ‘busss!’ Sometimes you say it when there isn’t a bus. ‘Can you see a bus, Felix’, I ask. ‘No!’ you shake your head and grin at me.

You are a sweet and cuddly little thing and love reading books with me. You are happiest when both Michael and I are around. Ah… It’s so hard to capture exactly what you’re like right now. I love when you smile and nod and meet our eyes, and when you trot around naked in our lounge room after your bath.