So this is what 2011 feels like

I kinda like it. So far we've had two days with a bright blue sky and beautiful sunlight. I've missed it, the sun.

From our January 1st walk. Beautiful sky!

New Years Eve ... it is not quite the same when you have small kids. When I look through the pictures from new years eve there is one of Mike folding the laundry. Not-new-years-eveish.

Mike, folding laundry!

I had been reprimanded for my lack of enthusiasm for New Years Eve by the above-mentioned laundry-folder. Apparently my plan for spaghetti bolognese and going to bed early was not exactly what he had in mind.

I tried to raise the bar - I planned a fancy meal which we all enjoyed. We put the kids to bed, and had creme brulée for dessert. I got to use my new awesome chef's torch, which also frighten me quite a lot. It is like a miniature flamethrower!

We even wore hats. I will return to those hats later.

One little boy couldn't fall to sleep, being kept awake by the sounds of "glitter" (fireworks). And so we got him out of bed, drank a little grape juice and watched the fireworks from our window. He was exstatic and he happily wore one of the hats.

After a while we put him back to bed, waited for 12 o'clock to arrive, toasted, ate delicious kransekage and watched the fireworks again. We talked about the future and about the past. And I must say I have high hopes for 2011.

At 1.04 am I was in bed. At about 1.05 I was asleep.

Here is what I miss - I miss making a really, really nice meal, not one where you can prepare it in 20 minutes whereof a few of those minutes was spent with a child on my arm. I miss eating my meal quietly, not while simultaneously feeding a little boy shrimp, avocado, salmon and potatoes. I miss even having time to take a picture of the semi-fancy meal, just to prove myself to later generations. I miss having time to change into nicer clothes or to wear make up. Even just a little mascara would make my day.

I miss being better prepared - as in, not realising that the garlic you clearly remember buying have dissapeared, while you are halfway through making "spicy, garlic tiger prawns". I also left out the "spicy" part because the laundry-folder doesn't like that. In other words we had "tiger prawns". Yup, that was the level of cooking.

And the creme brulée was from powder - where I realised that I didn't have the necessary cream half an hour before I had planned to make it. The laundry folder and the oldest boy went out to get some at the 7-11 around the corner. They returned 50 minutes and four 7-11's later with no cream, but a lovely can of sour cream. That was all they could find. Instead I used instant whip cream from a can. It was very light and airy, if that is even a word.

And the centerpiece was our small christmas tree that was waiting to be thrown out. Napkins and fancy cutlery? Don't even ask. 

Will someone please tell me that one day I will get it together again? I will, right? This post-baby stage is not permanent, right?

Please, someone agree with me.

But you know what I did enjoy. I enjoyed spending New Years Eve not being highly pregnant. And I enjoyed my three men. They are so great. And while laundry-folding is maybe not the coolest new years activity, then it is a sign of love.

And concerning the food; My sister and I hosted a few New Years Eve parties, and one time we managed to completely mess up the roast, to the point where it was more or less raw and we had to slice it up and fry it as steaks. Obviously delaying dinner and resulting in other things getting cold and so on and so on. To make matters worse we did the exact same mistake the following year. I don't think I have made a veal roast since then.

I also enjoyed the hats. The hats were absolutely awesome! I told you, I would get back to them, didn't I?

Guess who is loving the melon hats?

If I ask you to guess who wore a melon hat to bed last night, I am pretty sure you would figure it out on your first try.

And this little boy. This little boy have been keeping me up the last few nights, living on my arm and being fussy and frustrating. But look at him.

I would rather eat Ramen noodles the rest of my life than be without him. He is adorable. The last few nights I've woken up more than once with him cuddled up against me. He is so soft and warm and cuddly. He is pure sunshine.


I am not sure this post have an actual point to it, but most of my posts doesn't anyway.

Can we all just say "cheers" and hug and pretend that I am wearing make up and looking fantastic and agree that 2011 is going to be great!

Wishing you all the best!