tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34784641821857352842024-03-05T10:47:46.427+01:00Brandt FamilyA family of four. Location Copenhagen, Denmark.Lenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10874274221476887063noreply@blogger.comBlogger479125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478464182185735284.post-49533902238084671382013-04-28T16:54:00.003+02:002013-04-28T16:54:20.521+02:00MovingdaySo we're moving to a new blog. The same people, the same weird things, but a new place. Come visit us.<br />
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Click right <a href="http://www.abrandtlife.blogspot.dk/">here </a>and you'll go straight there!Lenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10874274221476887063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478464182185735284.post-81966873224450957142012-11-21T23:06:00.000+01:002012-11-21T23:06:33.183+01:00Who really has time for work?So my deadline came and went, and I made it. I missed quite a few things, including three Saturdays in a row, where Mike played Mom and Dad rolled up into one and entertained the kids from sun up to sun down.<br />
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After handing the final things, I was sent home to sleep, rest and honestly catch up. After three work of working and looking after the kids, a few things had been sliding. We started out with a thorough clean (or semi thorough at least), followed by laundry, grocery shopping and cooking and eating real non-muesli food. It was pretty good.<br />
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And now I finally made it so far down my list, that I am ready to blog.<br />
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Do I have anything specific to blog about, you might ask?<br />
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No, but did that ever stop me before?<br />
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Not in the slightest.<br />
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And now you were supposed to be overwhelmed by pictures of immensely cute children. But the internet turned on me.<br />
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Turns out that I have used to much space. Something with too many pictures. Ha! And now they want me to pay. Pay? To put pictures on my blog?<br />
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I am not too sure about that. Not sure how I feel about that. The only thing I know is that it is too late to try and figure anything out now.<br />
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So please excuse me while I sleep - and think - and look forward to a picture of Mr. Samuel sleeping, under his sheet. Yes, under it!<br />
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And a picture of Magnus being downright adorable, as always!<br />
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I will be back!Lenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10874274221476887063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478464182185735284.post-52970894964642128572012-10-19T21:02:00.002+02:002012-10-19T21:41:46.063+02:00Fall vacationSamuel started kindergarden and seems to be enjoying it. The part where his head collided with a flying shovel was less than fun, but he enjoys the rest. When I come to get him, it is a very tired boy, and he's already had a few days home from kindergarden just to sleep and relax. The people working there are great, and I am secretly in love with a few of the kids. I already have hopes for which kids will become his friends, and unfortunately which kids I would rather he doesn't have play dates with.<br />
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The kindergarden is a 5 minute walk from home, which makes it easy. Unfortunately that also means it is downtown and their green areas are very limited. However, they have a roof top terrace with a playground, greenhouse and a view to die for.<br />
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Magnus is getting used to being on his own. It means having all the good toys to himself. I think he enjoys it, even if he also misses Samuel during the day. He spends a lot of time in his room next to the cupboard with books, with a book in his lap and five other next to him. I am sure he enjoys the silence.<br />
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And as for me, I miss my little, big boy when he is away and I love to pick him up from kindergarden. However, I also enjoy the extra time on my hands, the silence and the fact that I get to spend more time with Magnus.<br />
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And in other news I quit my job af Cofoco. Even though I loved so many things there, in the end it just didn't work that well with family life. However, I got offered an even better job. I consider myself a very blessed woman.<br />
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I work translating and proof reading. Most often I can work from home, and I make my own hours. It is great. It is not so great when a huge deadline is looming and you are still waiting for the text so you can start working. That is the case right now, and I have cancelled more or less every activity from now and untill the my deadline in 3 weeks from now.<br />
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Which means that right now I should have been at my dads house with the kids, having a great time, good company, great food and plenty of people for the kids to play with. Instead I am at home waiting for my computer to arrive so I can start working.<br />
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Mike is busy with work too. A few days ago he spend a day in Berlin, having meetings and giving a presentation at an agency. He is still working at the school and even started doing some advanced classes at another school.<br />
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This is by the way the most boring post I have ever written.<br />
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I appologise.<br />
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But my kids are still cute, my husband is still handsome, and we are all doing fine! <br />
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Samuel really, really wants roller skates. He doesn't have any, so he decided to try it out with some Lego cars taped to his feet.<br />
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Even Winnie the Pooh gets tired after a whole day of running around. <br />
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But of course, every little boy should go down for their nap wearing gloves. Here he just woke up. And the gloves are still on. For reasons unknown to me, the earlier much hated gloves are a piece of loved clothing this year. I am not complaining. <br />
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When Mikes makes the kids sandwiches. <br />
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When I make the kids sandwiches. <br />
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Too much time on our hands, you think?<br />
<br />Lenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10874274221476887063noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478464182185735284.post-57702881359525910582012-09-24T22:55:00.000+02:002012-09-24T22:55:00.251+02:00It's been a whileNo, no, no pictures today. But they will come, one day. Maybe.<br />
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I haven't been the most diligent blogger lately, which I want to improve on. Not for the sake of you lovely readers, (well a little for you too), but mostly for the sake of my lovely children who will, hopefully, one day read the stories from their childhood.<br />
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Just know I did my best. I really did.<br />
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A few nights ago Samuel went to bed wearing his Winnie the Pooh costume and his swim goggles. It was quite the sight.<br />
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I know, pictures would come in handy here, but I didn't take a picture. I am really slacking off. I did take a picture the following day when the same thing happened, though minus the swim goggles.<br />
Today he asked for his costume again, but he spilt milk on it this morning, so it is in the wash. I am sure he will be back in it tomorrow night.<br />
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Magnus is as usual doing fine. He is in love with everything animal, still, yes! He recently got a toy owl and a toy giraffe. He named them both "Ko", which means Cow.<br />
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That's my boy!<br />
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So what else is new?<br />
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Samuel starts kindergarden next week and we are all excited, and a little sad, and a little nervous and in total denial. Actually, Samuel is excited, and I am too plus all the other emotions. My little big boy!<br />
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They are still immensely adorable.Lenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10874274221476887063noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478464182185735284.post-15001281874379093542012-06-24T22:52:00.003+02:002012-06-24T22:52:53.667+02:00Let's hear it for MagnusSomeone loves his "morfar"<br />
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Honestly, he is brighter than he looks on this picture. Really!<br />
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Darn cute, flashing his smile. Yes, I am serious. That is his smile.<br />
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And all the stuff we apparently needed in order to spend 1 hour down in the garden. One hour = 4 bags, 1 kleenex box, 1 scooter, two frisbees, two bikehelmets, one jacket and one bike. And of course Samuels bike which is not in the picture.<br />
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And some more Magnus. Awesome, awesome little boy!<br />
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<br />Lenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10874274221476887063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478464182185735284.post-72759654428990604782012-06-16T22:52:00.001+02:002012-06-16T22:52:24.532+02:00Warning - Picture overflowPretty much the worlds cutest kids, wearing his Sunday best. Well, at least the summer version of his Sunday best.<br />
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I asked him to smile. No way! <br />
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Contemplating a smile ...<br />
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And full-on smile. Yes, that is a smile!<br />
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And with older brother, also smiling, showing of the bike lights he just found. And also in the summer version of his Sunday best.<br />
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Cruising around the Copenhagen Lakes. One on his big bike ...<br />
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And one on the scooter.<br />
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This was one of the reasons we went to the lakes. Two of the ducklings (Swanlings?) had just hatched the day before.<br />
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Too cute. We spent a while there.<br />
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Magnus is speaking like crazy. He tells me so many things, and I love getting to know my little boy even more. He is happy and content as ever, but even more so when there are animals around. The other day he threw a fit because I wouldn't take him to the Zoo. Telling him we went just two days earlier didn't seem to make much of an impact on him. Today he also asked to go to the Zoo.<br />
Magnus has another little charming thing. Sometimes when he is talking to you and is unsure whether you've heard him, he will take his little hands around your face, turn your head, look you into the eyes and repeat what he just said.<br />
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And when ever I tell him to stop what he is doing, or anything like that, he will come over to me and stroke my arm, face, hand or whatever is closest. And some times he will say "we are good friend". Which is true, but that doesn't mean he can take Samuels toys from him or hit me with a screw driver.<br />
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Oh, and another thing he does - he will randomly say "I'm in a good mood". I hope he will continue to say that for ever and ever. That just makes my day. <br />
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Samuel is completely diaperfree which by the way went surprisingly well. We are looking into kindergardens for him and hoping that he can start soon. Between you and me I am going to miss him like crazy, but I am also excited for him to try new things, get new friends and have fun experiences. And I am already looking forward to him coming home and telling me all about what happened during the day.<br />
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He is growing up so fast, and sometimes I just stand still and look at him, trying to understand when my little baby became this big boy, who tells me it is dirty under the table, gets out the vacuum cleaner and starts cleaning under the table. or plans pretty intricate train tracks and builds them, sometimes transporting grapes or raisins from the kitchen to the table on his little trains. And who is so strong opinions on what he wants to wear. It needs some sort of print or cool button or something. He is not up for anything plain. He is just 4 years old, for goodness sake.<br />
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And his favorite story from the childrens bible is the story of Jonah and the whale. We must have read it 50 times or so. Magnus like the story right before that, which is the story of Daniel in the Lions den. But I suspect that is because there is a picture of the lions.<br />
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Oh, and Samuel, he loves to run around and do crazy stuff <br />
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Just in case you are wondering - I have the most awesome children. Ever!Lenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10874274221476887063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478464182185735284.post-27949113295837205042012-06-11T22:15:00.002+02:002012-06-11T22:15:35.696+02:00Mikes birthday giftLast year Mikes mother came for his birthday as a surprise. How on earth can you outdo that?<br />
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Not possible.<br />
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But I came close this year ...<br />
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Okay, not even close, but I was still pretty awesome<br />
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The kids love it. And their helmets too. They picked them out themselves. Magnus' has sharks on, and Samuel has robots on. <br />
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Our first ride was a good 30 km or so. In more or less pouring rain.<br />
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I was not sure how much I loved that bike right there. I was soaked.<br />
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Mike however, had the time of his life.<br />
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Very strange.Lenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10874274221476887063noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478464182185735284.post-75876461399698411542012-05-26T08:03:00.001+02:002012-06-02T21:56:36.880+02:00It is backMy camera is back from it's unfortunate accident.<br />
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I am so excited. And you know you are going to get pictures of just about everything. Not sure whether that is cool or worrying!<br />
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Pictures of mr Samuel will come soon. He is completely diaper free now. Second night in a row.<br />
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That is exciting!<br />
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Pictures will follow - and that is a promise.Lenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10874274221476887063noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478464182185735284.post-21439308956642921522012-05-22T21:02:00.003+02:002012-05-22T21:02:27.324+02:00WorkI just got myself a job. A real bonafide paying job. I am pretty pleased with myself.<br />
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It involves hard work, great tasting food, and I am sure I will end up being more fit than I ever have been. Not sure that is saying that much though.<br />
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I work a few days a week at a <a href="http://www.cofoco.dk/lemarche.php">restaurant chain</a> here in Copenhagen, one of my favorites. I work evenings which enables me to stay home with the kids in the daytime, and Mike takes over in the evening, when I am gone.<br />
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And it is actually fun. A lot different from everything else I have ever tried, but maybe that is why I love it.<br />
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I took Samuel there today, to pick up my phone I had forgot yesterday. He was very excited. On the way there he asked me whether the school was open or closed.<br />
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Which school, I asked? I then realised Samuel thought I worked at a school, like Mike does. In his brain that is apparently the only thing you can work with. <br />
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So I took him into the kitchen and showed him the big oven, the huge stove, the pots and pans, and so on. His eyes were wide, with what I hope was excitement. I told him of all the food we make there, about the people who come and buy it, and explained which food I make. It was fun to show him what I do and where I go, when I am away from him.<br />
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Hopefully he will understand that I am not a school teacher. <br />
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<br />Lenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10874274221476887063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478464182185735284.post-74607808569561820382012-05-14T23:46:00.003+02:002012-05-14T23:46:59.650+02:00Still more pictures from FranceNo, my camera is still not back from the repair, thank you for asking.
But am I happy I bought that full insurance, you might ask.
Yes, yes, I am!
But let's get back to the pictures.<br />
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Because there are some classics here ... or not, but sweet stories and memories behind them : ) Which is more important, right?<br />
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I just tell myself that because my camera is still getting fixed.<br />
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One of the days we were in France, Magnus fell asleep in the car seat and I stayed behind with him in the car. Samuel went out to look at a old battery/bunker area with his granddad and Anne.<br />
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My dad came back and told me that two important things had happened while they were out. At least according to Samuel.<br />
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One thing was they saw the plane and they went inside it.<br />
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The other thing? Samuel saw a peeing horse.<br />
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I really hope my dad got more out of it than Samuel obviously did. Even though Samuel enjoyed himself. From my position in the car I could see him every once in a while, jump around excitedly, talking, looking and just enjoying himself.<br />
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Don't say that I am not creative. Still Samuel only wanted to eat the salami sandwiches. One day he will eat vegetables, right?<br />
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My dad looking at the map. Needs new glasses, maybe?<br />
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Oh, and on a completely random note. My dad came by today and totally annihilated Samuel and me in memory. It was surreal how good he was.<br />
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You know what he said, when I commented on it. "Well, I've also tried it a few times before."<br />
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"Memory? Yeah, you probably played it with me 30 years ago. How could that possibly help you?"<br />
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My dad is a strange man.<br />
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I am not sure Samuel nor me should ever play with him again. It was pretty brutal, and that was even with him holding back.<br />
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Man, I thought he was good at chess. I had no idea of his Memory-skills.<br />
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Magnus enjoying a little bit of gourmet food - aka pizza. Am I the only one who wants to kiss those soft cheeks? He is just so darn cute. Especially when he is not screaming - like he has done a lot today.<br />
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Yeah, that was fun. Or something like it ...Lenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10874274221476887063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478464182185735284.post-73451777286724650152012-05-08T23:10:00.001+02:002012-05-08T23:10:43.589+02:00We've got the coldThese guys are sick. Coughing, voice cartoon-like, one even has an impressive fever, and they just want to be held and cuddled and kissed and snuggled with.
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That I am also kinda enjoying that.<br />
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All the cuddles and the joint midday nap!Lenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10874274221476887063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478464182185735284.post-76465907424521728072012-05-08T01:37:00.001+02:002012-05-08T01:37:45.489+02:00This isYou know what this is?
This is Mike taking a picture of Magnus - and a certain someone trying to sneak into the picture.
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This is the certain someone<br />
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And the expression - that is his camera smile<br />
The missing t-shirt - fever!<br />
And the dirty dishes in the back - his lazy mother<br />
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Anything else I need to clarify?Lenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10874274221476887063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478464182185735284.post-30388455332239056082012-05-04T22:12:00.004+02:002012-05-04T22:12:55.379+02:00EasterI know, I know<br />
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Just as I am promising you a few weeks worth of pictures from France, I go and discover a folder with "forgotten" pictures in.<br />
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Pictures from easter.<br />
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First the result of an easter cookie decorating day.<br />
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I guess it goes without saying which I made and which Samuel made. However, it goes for all of them, that they contained insane amounts of sugar. The kids only had one or two and then they mysteriously dissapeared.<br />
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And pictures from the easter egg hunt.<br />
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We did it indoors as it was raining outside. Egghunt and rain doesn't go well together. And even more so when you have a child that cries when ever he is out in the rain.<br />
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Yes, that can complicate things a little.<br />
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However, the easter egg hunt went so well. The kids thought is was the most amazing thing ever. First they found their things, a few treats and a games, little toys and even a pair of awesome sunglasses for Samuel.<br />
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Afterwards Samuel and me hid Mikes treats. Samuel loved it. However, when it came time for Mike to find his eggs, Samuel beat him to it, running around finding all the treats he had just hidden.<br />
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For me, I just wish I had had Samuel tell me where to find my treasures. They were so well hidden, but Samuel gave me a hand. Which was also needed since Mike forgot where he had hidden them. Next time I think he needs to make a nap.<br />
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My favorite easter gift - a gift certificate for a backrub. I already cashed that one in!Lenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10874274221476887063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478464182185735284.post-65470431461857989212012-05-03T21:31:00.000+02:002012-05-03T21:31:21.371+02:00More FranceLet me make two things clear.<br />
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1. I have a picture of my dad barechested, posing while singing loudly. I am never ever going to post that picture here. You can thank me later.<br />
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2. My camera took a lethal blow on the first day of our vacation, and so we survived on sister Annes camera while in France. Now we are home we are camera less. So while we wait for the lovely camera-repair-people to fix/replace my camera you are going to see a lot of pictures from France. Because that is what we have.<br />
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Consider yourself warned, but it could have been worse. My dad. Singing. No shirt on.<br />
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Just saying.<br />
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<br />Lenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10874274221476887063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478464182185735284.post-48083303691900388672012-04-29T20:50:00.001+02:002012-04-29T20:50:36.605+02:00FranceI am so horribly sorry to have left without a word.<br />
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We went on vacation and the promised internet connection didn't work, at all! But we did have a great time, and boy, do I ever have some pictures for you.<br />
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Maybe first the story behind the trip. My dad likes tanks, military ships, airplanes and all that. And he has a certain fondness for D-day. He wanted to go to France and see the sites, but didn't have anyone to travel with, and the idea of travelling alone didn't appeal to him. So sister Anne and me gracefully offered our services as travelling companions. Naturally with the addition of two handsome and awesome children.<br />
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How could anyone possible refuse?<br />
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So after planning it for a while and having to move it back a few times, we finally managed to get all five us off to Normandy for a ten day trip.<br />
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It was lovely!<br />
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Pointe du hoc - the stuff that happened here on D-day is horrifying, crazy and had me in tears. But in short 250 men came in from the seaside with large ladders, put it up against the cliffs and started climbing up. Naturally it was easy for the defending people on top to take them out one by one. However, somehow they made it and even held the position for two days, before finally receiving backup.<br />
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All around there was huge holes, which I first took to be some sort of interesting landscaping. It was craters from the bombs coming in from the sea. On d-day the allies landed on a 80 km stretch of the French coastline, slowing fighting their way into the country. 5300 ships took part in the operation.<br />
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My dad told us of a German soldier who was on the lookout on June 6th. We were standing in the tower where he had been standing that day, and supposedly he had been looking the other way, and as he turned he saw the horizon filled with ships. And he said. "It is not possible. That many ships doesn't exist." I can only imagine the horror he might have felt seeing that, and the horror the people sitting in those ships felt. <br />
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Pointe du hoc, along with many other areas nearby, is now a memorial to the people that gave their lives to free France - and subsequently a few other countries, including Denmark.<br />
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I am married to a German which most of you know, and let me once and for all state that I do not harbor any resentment towards the Germans. I actually quite like them. Nor do I believe that the men who died on the battlefields got "what they deserved". No man deserves to die in war, or even be in a war. And I believe there was heroes on both sides, fighting to keep themselves and their men and friends safe. I think war is a horrible business, and more than once did I find myself tearing up, hugging my children tight and hoping that they would never have to see or experience anything like that.<br />
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I do, however, believe that occupying other countries is not okay, save it be in very specific situations. 2nd world war does not fit those specific exceptions.<br />
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I am, also, grateful that someone came and made sure my homecountry is now a free country, where we can decide for ourselves. Not that we are necessarily good at it, but I am grateful that we can. <br />
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My dad close to the appartment where we stayed. He is more excited than he looks.<br />
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And this is what we did. My dad can tell you the caliber and so forth. I can just tell you it was a sunny day, light wind and the grass was green, the wildflowers so beautiful and Samuel had a great time running around the area, into the bunkers and just taking the whole thing in.<br />
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We also did this. Oh yes!<br />
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My dad was in charge of the different sites he wanted to see. I was in charge of the cakes we were to eat along the way. Horray for French pastry!Lenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10874274221476887063noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478464182185735284.post-55966234371849006352012-04-15T22:26:00.002+02:002012-04-15T22:26:33.089+02:00GamesI grew up in a family that loved board games, cardgames and so forth. And by loved I mean LOVED! As in my dad imported and sold boardgames. As in ... oh, never mind. We love our games!<br />
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So obviously I am trying to pass on this love of boardgames to Samuel. And he seem to be catching on pretty quickly.<br />
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For easter we game him Dominoes. He loves it. <br />
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And judging from the cow in the middle of the table, you can tell Magnus was sitting on my lab at some point doing the game.<br />
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The last four days Mike have been in Berlin with the students from his school. While he has been away, I found a few more boardgames from my nephews. And so we have been playing My first builder by Lego, and a little game called Kids of Catan. Samuel loves both.<br />
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I can see a great future filled with games. I just need for Magnus to grow a little older to participate a little more than just placing a cow here and there.<br />
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Game on!Lenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10874274221476887063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478464182185735284.post-10759970999397597802012-04-12T00:03:00.000+02:002012-04-12T00:03:01.199+02:00Astrids weddingOne of my four babysisters got married last week. I may have mentioned that once or twice before.<br />
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Anne and me made a cake for them. You can see it <a href="http://visselulle.blogspot.com/2012/04/min-nye-bedste-ven-timo.html">here</a>. My dad almost had a nervous breakdown, and my stepmother made so much food she could have fed an army.<br />
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It was awesome.<br />
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The groom had one of his friends, Timo, take pictures. Timo is also the mastermind behind the cake pictures on my other blog. He is pretty talented.<br />
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However I did not truly appreciate his talentness untill I saw <a href="http://www.excellaphoto.com/#/Wedding/%5E/1/">this picture</a>, which he took of the happy couple.<br />
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Seriously, it almost makes me want to get married again. To Mike of course. Would that be too weird?<br />
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And no, this picture doesn't have anything to do with what I just wrote. But I think it should be shared anyway. My son showing of his new sunglasses.<br />
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He got them for easter along <i>with loads and loads of chocolate</i>. And that is a direct quote from Samuel.Lenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10874274221476887063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478464182185735284.post-76438718899498971312012-04-10T21:08:00.000+02:002012-04-10T21:08:00.631+02:00World class picturesMy apologies to my sister in law, Lis, for showing these pictures. They may or may not show her at her best. Mostly not at her best.
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Magnus and Lis getting ready to blow some soap bubbles.<br />
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Magnus loves soap bubbles, even though he is not very good at it.<br />
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And Magnus, not blowing any soap bubbles, but tasting them.<br />
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I am so proud of my son!Lenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10874274221476887063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478464182185735284.post-10965644179528359262012-04-09T21:12:00.000+02:002012-04-09T21:14:39.267+02:00Enjoying the sunshine - and new shoesI just found this post in drafts. It is pretty darn old, but I decided to post it anyway. A post about yellow shoes should not be deleted! <br />
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We had some amazing sunny days lately. Mike was away working his very best in Vejle, so my sister and me took the kids outside to enjoy the sun.
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There was only one tiny problem. Samuel didn't have any shoes! He had some fabric thermo "boots" but I managed to loose them somewhere. And even if he had them still, he wouldn't be able to walk in them.
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I looked through Samuels clothes to find something to remedy the situation and I found these:
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<a href="http://hellobrandtfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-family-reunion.html">This is the amazingly cool shoes Samuel inherited from Linus, the son of Mikes cousin, Hendrik.</a> I love them! And they fit Samuel perfectly!
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Aja tried the different cars that was left in the garden. She seemed quite pleased with the selection. Samuel screamed bloody murder when we tried to make him sit on one of them.
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The yellow shoes are cool. But since there are holes in the soles and we have a wet spring here in Denmark, something have to happen. And so, Samuel and I went shoe shopping. And this is the result:
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Samuel was very calm about the shoe shopping experience. However, it also did help that the two sales ladies was absolutely in love with him and cooed and ahhed at him throughout the whole procedure. He does love an audience.
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<br />Lenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10874274221476887063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478464182185735284.post-31350119156657368662012-04-09T21:11:00.000+02:002012-04-09T21:15:54.855+02:00Our adorable little boyFound this post in the drafts. Not sure whether I ever posted it. Regardless it can be posted once more. I can't believe Samuel was ever that small. Wow, those last 4 years seem to have flown by.
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Mike thinks he looks like a rapper and Lene thinks he looks adorable! What's not to loveLenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10874274221476887063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478464182185735284.post-61086656236147065192012-04-09T17:20:00.000+02:002012-04-09T17:20:00.396+02:00Our life - from the iPhone<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Magnus in front of our oven one sunny day</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And in front of the green wall</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eating rolls at Astrids wedding</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A sunny day in March, yesterday two weeks later, it snowed</td></tr>
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<br />Lenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10874274221476887063noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478464182185735284.post-87400459429624286452012-04-08T17:15:00.001+02:002012-04-09T21:16:19.450+02:00Magnus and Nelle<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Magnus and his monkey, Nelle, at little sisters wedding. As you can tell they both had a blast.<br />
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I think this picture shows there is talent. I love it - and I want it framed!Lenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10874274221476887063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478464182185735284.post-53389974457775771972012-04-07T12:13:00.000+02:002012-04-07T12:13:22.247+02:00The wait is over ...They are finally here! <br />
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The excitement is tangible in our house, almost bouncing of the roof and walls. It we could bottle it, we could make millions selling it.<br />
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One cousin even spent the night here, playing with the kids after they woke up. I got up at 9.20.<br />
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I am working on some sort of scheme to make him stay here forever. I already tried bribing him with his very own bed. Apparently it will take a little more to convince him ...<br />
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Kids now a days. They are so spoiled!<br />
<br />Lenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10874274221476887063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478464182185735284.post-23244894662634888092012-04-05T00:34:00.001+02:002012-04-05T00:34:36.885+02:00What is happing on these partsOn Saturday we went for an outing to collect herbs and plants in nature. We did really well, in my humble opinion.<br />
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We served friends and family a nice meal the following day using the ingredients we had picked. It was pretty interesting - among other things I learned the hard way that when you pick nettles, you should not only wear gloves, but thick gloves.<br />
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Above, some of the plants we picked. Below, Samuel and Mike in the bus on the way home.<br />
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Pictures of some of the foods we made are right <a href="http://visselulle.blogspot.com/2012/04/sndagsfrokost-med-grnne-sager.html">here</a>.<br />
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Yesterday Samuel, Magnus and me went to the zoo. It was rather cold and there was a lot of visitors, so we only stayed a few hours. But we all had a great time. I love living so close to the zoo, especially for Magnus' sake. He loves going there and looking at all the animals, and he knows the names of pretty much all the animals there.<br />
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And today super Lisbeth came over to play with the kids. While I baked cakes for a wedding cake, Lisbeth hung out with Magnus and Winnie the Pooh. </div>
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Notice how Magnus has a lion in his hand. Typical him. And Samuel in the Winnie the Pooh outfit - typical him as well.<br />
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So as you can see, life is pretty much awesome as always : )<br />
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Oh, and remember the <a href="http://hellobrandtfamily.blogspot.com/2012/03/we-are-counting-down.html">countdown</a>? They are coming tomorrow. The excitement is tangible! Can't wait ...Lenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10874274221476887063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478464182185735284.post-82730803853856341342012-03-22T00:10:00.000+01:002012-03-22T00:10:14.320+01:00Awesome kidsTwo very clean boys. Awesome, awesome kids - I believe no more needs to be said!<br />
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