the living room was their canvas

“Hey, princess! You coming?” “Yes, dinosaur! I’m coming!” “Let’s climb that mountain over there. I’m sure the treasure is hidden under that big rock.” “Yes, but I have to pick these flowers first. They make everything better..” They were playing and there were no limits to their imagination. The living room was their canvas and it was both beautiful and…

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this is our story

I’ve been feeling that familiar itching in my fingers lately to put some words down, thoughts, wonderings, anything. Our story is happening right now. Each day is a new chapter and I don’t want to forget it. I don’t want it to pass by and be gone like a whisper in the wind. I want to remember it. Paint it…

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some special kind of beautiful

I love it when you head out the door for a normal walk with your family and it turns into this incredible adventure seeking journey. Especially when it actually took an hour to get everyone dressed and out the door, tears and all, and even those who didn’t want to go in the first place ended up having the greatest…

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vertu velkomið haust // so here we are and we’re ready for autumn

Eins og venjulega þá byrjar mig að klæja í fingurna að skrifa hér inn og deila með ykkur orðum og augnablikum þegar haustrútínan fer í gang. Ég hef verið að hugsa mikið um síðasta ár og hvað það var í raun og veru. Allt sem við afrekuðum. Allt sem gerðist og gerðist ekki. Mig langar svo að gera meira úr…

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bananapönnukökur // banana pancakes

Ég sýni stundum á Instagram þegar ég baka með krökkunum og þá sérstaklega þegar við skellum í banana pönnukökur. Ég er stundum spurð hvaða uppskrift ég nota svo mér datt í hug að deila henni hér. Þetta er einfalt, fljótlegt, hollt, ljúffengt og krakkarnir elska þetta. Það lenda allir í því að eiga nokkra gamla banana í eldhúsinu sem enginn…

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the perfect muffins for little humans

Ég er alin upp við pönnukökur á borðinu í kaffitímanum og súkkulaðiköku á sunnudögum. Það var alltaf til eitthvað gott í frystinum til þess að taka út þegar gestir komu í heimsókn eða bara þegar okkur langaði í eitthvað gott. Mamma var líka enga stund að henda í snúða eða bollur, töfra fram stafla af vöfflum eða hræra í jógúrtkökur…

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to be a mother

They grow up so fast. I can’t believe another tiny miracle is about to be a part of our story. Being a mother has been the best, most amazing, rewarding, challenging and difficult journey of my life. Some days are harder than others. Some days are just exhausting. And some days, most days, are so beautiful and magical that I…

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little letters

Dear blog,thank you for screaming my name when I’m supposed to be studying for my final exam. A distraction is always appreciated. Later it will be the vacuum. Dear little bird,thank so much for your beautiful song right outside my window. You are making my day with your tweets and your singing. If my daughter was here, she would run…

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i want to raise good humans

Do you know that feeling when you have put your children to bed and you just sit there, marveling at these peaceful little miracles that happen to be yours and you just start crying? Well, that happens to me at least twice a week. Maybe it’s the pregnancy hormones, I don’t know, but sometimes I’m just overwhelmed by these little…

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and our family keeps on growing

It used to be easy for me to sit down and write a few words. I’ve been feeling all kinds of feelings lately and it has driven be back to hitting the keys on my computer, forming something other than school related material. As I write this I here the most precious voices laughing and talking outside and yes, here…

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signed, sealed, delivered I’m yours…

Við hlaupum að kirkjunni. Droparnir hrynja niður af himnum og mála listaverk á bláa kjólinn minn. Ég tel börnin, eitt, tvö, þrjú. Eiginmaðurinn lagar bindið með blómamunstrinu. Síðan höldum við af stað, trítlum inn kirkjugólfið og komum okkur fyrir á fremsta bekk. “Hvað er að gerast?” spyr eldri sonur minn. “Það er eitthvað rómantísk að gerast”, svara ég. Og rómantískt…

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back from the haze

Ok, I’ll be honest. It suddenly hit me. All the changes. And I’ve been hiding. The last three weeks have passed me by in a haze. Packing up and moving to Norway. Getting here. Having our stuff arrive, finally. Filling the apartment with boxes we can’t even unpack because we don’t have space. The boys starting kindergarten in a new…

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