A face lift

This is a story about me performing a plastic surgery.

The subject to the surgery is Paddington’s favourite plushy, tigerkitty, as he calls it, not being able to entirely decide whether he loves it as a tiger, or as a cat. It goes mainly by the name “little kitty”, and he has been to many wild places in his lifetime: baby beds, lunch boxes, under the beds, buried in a pile of Lego, on a train ride to Hungary and back, sandy beaches, museums, butterfly houses, restaurants, and most recently: inside the mouth of a labrador… One hell of an adventorous life this tigerkitty lives, and all this, especially the latest adventure with our dog, resulted in changes in his appearance…

Paddington and tigerkitty

Poor little thing, lost his nose and one eye… Paddington took it very brave, he came to me with the chewed tigerkitty, and pointed out the problem quite calmly: “Doggy ate kitty”…

Tigerkitty after the dog attack

Well, what should a mum do, knowing the important role of tigerkitty in our everyday life: I went and bought some eye-buttons (you know that black knob things), but first of all, I put poor little fellow in the washing machine, since a little wellness trip to a labrador’s mouth leaves you with a very distinctive smell you might wanna get rid of.

Then I replaced the cheerful pink plastic nose with some embroidered pink nose, and tried to fit the new eye carefully in the eyesocket… I sometimes get completely buffed over how serious tasks I have to perform as a mum – so much responsibility! Well, I have to say the new eye is slightly bigger than the old one. For a moment I contemplated taking out the old eye and replace that one too with a bigger one, so they can be symmetrical, but then I decided not to make poor tigerkitty suffer any more than necessary.

And here is the new tigerkitty. He might not be the same as before, but I hope he can live a full life after the operation. What do you think?

Tigerkitty after the surgery

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Crafting versus working

So far January has not been about crafting at all. As I entered worklife a few weeks ago (finally), and getting more and more important and serious tasks, my time is limited, and my priorities shifted. Ok, not shifted, let us just say shuffled. I am still trying hard to find a balance between all the things that are important to me, and so far the first two weeks of this year has been dedicated to my family, my work, and my volunteer work. Actually I am very proud of myself that I still found the time to go for my runs, twice per a week.

To give you an idea of the very exciting and eventful and therefore quite busy start of the year at the company I work at, here is a little picture of my little creative corner at home:

Pc vs sewing machine

Yes, my work computer moved in for the afternoons and evenings, pushing my sewing machine gently and discretely back at the wall… Poor thing is just standing there, waiting patiently.

I also find the the quotation below very appropriate at the moment:

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But don’t you worry, the situation is not that serious, actually I kind of find the new challanges at my work refreshening and exciting. And I also know that they are seasonal, and will pass.

In the meantime I dedicated 3-4 days to Paddington alone. He fell victim of the nasty stomach virus circulating in their daycare. Don’t worry, I will spare you the details πŸ™‚ But it also meant, that the very first winter day of the season found me and the kids at home (I let Cherry stay at home too for a day). We haven’t got much of a winter so far, it has just been a very long autumn really, with temperature above freezing point and boring rain. But the first snow (and winter cold) came on Monday, so we spent some very happy time in the garden with the children and the absolutely bewildered dog.

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I also realised at this point that Paddington doesn’t really have a warm winter hat anymore, as he grew so much since last winter. So I took some leftover jersey fabric, the pattern of the elephant hat, and followed my own tutorial (because I can πŸ™‚ ) to make him two new hats. And that was about all the creative activity I did so far this year πŸ™‚

I was somewhat worried that he was not going to like them, because recently he excercises all the willpower of his almost 3-years-old little self, and refuses to wear clothes I am picking for him, and constantly taking his socks and hats off. But surprisingly, he really loved the hats, probably because he witnessed me making them, and he took the striped one, and didn’t even want to take it off inside the house. He just stood in fron of the mirror, petting his little head under the hat, repeating: “my pretty hat, my pretty head”. It is nice to have a boy with some healthy self-confidence πŸ™‚ I also have to mention, that he is equally generous complementing others than himself too, the other day when I was dressed up smart for work, he looked at me and said: “pretty Mummy”. Awww πŸ™‚

5 Years

I hope everyone had a lovely Christmas.

We did, with a lot of gifts, too much food, even more cakes and cookies, and the happiest children on Earth, surrounded by all 4 grandparents. How lucky are they?

27th December. It may be just a boring day between Christmas and New Year’s, but for us it means much more.

We got married on that day, exactly 5 years ago. Time flies πŸ™‚

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Little til London

Among all the Christmas preparations we cannot forget New Year’s Eve, which my husband and I are going to spend in London πŸ™‚ I have London on my mind a lot, probably a lot more than Christmas. I am longing for London. And it is of course mainly because of the excitement of visiting this wonderful city again, and all the fun things we will experience there, as the theatre tickets have arrived, and our New Year’s Eve venue booking is confirmed.

But a little voice inside me cannot stop thinking about the 4 full days and nights spent without the children, for the first time in the last 3,5 years. As a dedicated, loving mother, probably I should be full of worry, full of concern, full of guilt. But I am not full of those things. I know the kids will be completely fine and happy with their grandparents – what kid would not be? To be honest, no matter how much I love my children, I cannot wait to spend just a few days without them… I am especially looking forward to that 4 slep-through nights in the nice and quiet hotel room! Even with us will be staying out late, celebrating New Year’s Eve and etc, I am pretty sure I will get much more sleep than I did in the last few weeks…

I don’t really know what’s up with them, usually my kids are very good at sleeping. But not recently. It can be the winter cold and the stuck little noses, but our nights became nightmares for me. First of all, Paddington doesn’t want to fall asleep in the evenings, and when he finally does after much struggle, he wakes up again quite soon, and marches over to our bedroom, to take his place up between his dad and me. Cherry follows him in the early morning hours, positioning herself on my other side. Both of them insist on sharing my blanket. “How does it feel to be the favourite one?” – my husband asks from under his lovely, unshared blanket, with a cruel smile on his face… πŸ™‚ But it is not mainly them coming over and sleeping in the big bed that is disturbing – actually I like it, despite all the kicking and poking it involves. It is what’s between the two of them settling down in Β our bedroom. “I am thirsty, I need to pee, I cannot find my pony, my car, my favourite sleeping toy, my pillow, my sleeping socks, I want my socks off-on-off-and on again, I don’t want to sleep, I wanna go downstairs, I am crying and I don’t know why, Mummy, Mummy, Mummy…” – now that’s what is bothering me. As you see, I am not getting too much sleep, and this combined with my work, an upcoming exam, and the very busy pre-Christmas period, makes me a coffee-craving zombie with huge black bags under her eyes…I am not used to this kind of treatment – I want to sleeeeep!

Ahh, London… ahh, lovely, unbothered nights πŸ™‚

In the meantime, I am still receiving every idea of how to Β best spend a chilly winter day in London, what is the best place for a snack, for a dinner, for a cup of something, etc. with a lot of gratitude πŸ™‚ Don’t be shy, bombard me with your suggestions πŸ™‚

London on my mind

London, Baby!

My husband and I, as a couple, have not many chances to spend quality time alone. Grandparents and other family being so far away, and baby-sitting not really being a costum in Denmark, we cannot go on date-nights, we cannot spend a weekend away, just the two of us, and don’t even mention travelling…

The last time we were somewhere together, was about 3,5 years ago, the summer Cherry was very little, and my sister-in-law and her boyfriend took care of her for a weekend at their home in Copenhagen, while my husband and I flew to London and spent two days in this wonderful city. It was a nice, eventful and romantic trip, with theatre, fantastic weather, lots of sightseeing and shopping. We loved London, and we had a wonderful time there. It was also very successful from another point of view… well, how should I put it… hmmm… Have you ever wondered how Paddington got his nickname? Yes, 9 month after London we became parents again πŸ™‚ And this also means that we haven’t been able to go for another trip since then.

But! We have been thinking a lot lately that we really need some away-time soon, and when my parents announced that this year they can spend both Christmas and New Year’s Eve with us in Denmark, living with us for two weeks, leaving us with the possibility of getting away while leaving the kids and the dog to the best persons to take care of them, we took the chance right away. We are going away for New Year’s, yeahhh baby πŸ˜€ Plus, we are going to celebrate our 5th wedding anniversary between Christmas and New Year’s, plus we would like to celebrate our new jobs too. We deserve this! πŸ˜€

Looking at the possibilities from the nearest airport, instead of going somewhere warm, sunny and expensive, we opted for London again (well, cheap flight tickets and short travelling time are hard to argue with πŸ™‚ ). And by this time I already have the hotel booked in the City, we chose the theatre play we would like to watch, and are about to make our choice about where to spend New Year’s Eve.

We are going to have 4 days there. And obviously it is going to involve some shopping (I am already looking for visiting the best bookshop in the whole World – hope we won’t have to pay for a too heavy bagage on the way back…), and probably some sightseeing (we would like to visit HMS Belfast), we will still have a lot of time left to spend in this huge city.

To be honest, we are not the type of people who like to go for the usual tourist thingies. Of course we tried the London Eye last time, but we agreed that we were both too scared to try that again :D, and we would never spend a long time standing in queque just to see a bunch of wax figures, or paintings for instance, just because that’s what tourists do, if you know what I mean. When we are in a different place, we would like to see how it is to live in that place. Instead of the conventional attractions we like to find out what locals do, where do they like to go, how do they spend their free time, etc.

Last time we were in London, we were wandering around in different parks and hidden little streets, along the Thames a lot, but obviously this time it is going to be a little less warm, and probably we should find some indoor activities. As a matter of fact I know, that there are quite a few people reading this blog from the UK, and London itself. So I turn to you πŸ™‚

What are your favourite places, eateries, pubs, bars, hidden little tea- and coffee shops (craft shops, yarn shops πŸ˜‰ ) in London, where do you go with your friends to have some fun, etc?Β 

Oh, please, feel free to bombard me with your ideas πŸ˜€

I am so excited and so looking forward to this trip πŸ™‚

London Collage

Upsidedown

I know this is a hobby/crafting/baking blog mainly, but the last two weeks were just so very intense and world-changing in my life (not leaving time for crafting or baking), that this post is going to be a little bit different, it is going to be personal.

Lets go in chronological order, exactly 16 days ago Cherry fell a bit ill, obviously I got it too, and the virus that caused slight fever in her case, developed a serious case of stomach flu in my body, with days of fever, diarrhea, throwing up, and other very lovely details. I couldn’t even keep water or pills in my body. A few days of this and I lost 5 kilos, got dehydrated and one nice evening I was driven to the nearest hospital by an ambulance, while my babies stood at the doorstep in their pajamas, waving goodbye…

These few days left my husband alone with the two children, and since he is usually very busy at work, and I am at home anyways, he is not very used to do stuff at home. He is a very dedicated, loving father, but packing lunchboxes for the kids, or finding matching, clean clothes for them was a serious challenge for him. He did his very best when it came to cleaning, but still, the house looked a mess and dirty.

My Mum got so worried when she heard the news about me being in the hospital, that she took the first flight to Denmark, stayed for a week, and even though I was released from the hospital after quite a short time, she took care of me, the kids, and the whole house. What would I have done without her?

After I somewhat got back to my feet, it was time for my husband and me to go on our big job-related meeting. You see, I met my husband while studying for my Masters in finance and business, we were in the same study group. After graduation he got this killer job at a big international accounting company(one of the big fours), while I was pregnant with our daughter. Obviously being pregnant or having a newborn is not the most ideal position for a newly graduated young woman, and even though I returned to some extra studies while she was small and I was having our second baby, all of a sudden a few years went by without me gaining any kind of relevant job experience. Plus, I am still a foreigner in this country. This summer it has been 5 years since the graduation, and by that time I have spent 1,5 years with looking for jobs. And very intensely, as a matter of fact. They say that you have to send 100 applications to get 10 interviews, and out of that 10 interviews you are going to get 1 job offer. And there I was, around 130-140 applications sent, and not even a single interview… This autumn I eventually managed to get an interview for a dream-job (to be honest I was shocked with surprise when they wanted to see me), but finally it was not me they chose for the position.

So my husband started to pull some strings. 5 years in the business, and he has quite a network in his field. In fact he was offered a job earlier this year from one of his old colleagues, but he refused it, saying that we, as a family are not in a situation where he can simply give up his safe and secure job for something more risky and not that much more yielding. So lately he was contacted again by the same company with a better offer, plus, they also mentioned my possible employment as well, to help me get back to the job market… That did the work, and last Tuesday both of us signed our contracts, starting from next January. In the meantime an opportunity of a trainee position emerged for me, so actually I started my training period last friday, 1st November, as an accounting consultant πŸ™‚

All of a sudden I transformed from a stay-at-home to a working Mum, waking up early, rushing the kids through the morning processes, quickly preparing lunchboxes, taking care of the dog, driving half an hour to work, try to comprehend all the new things I need to learn, rushing back home, feeding them, rushing through the housework, getting dizzy by the end of the day and falling to bed much earlier than I used to πŸ™‚ Β (tell me, it is going to get better, once we find a new routine… ) It is a whole different set-up, especially that I am still fighting some viruses. My husband is also very happy about my job, but secretly longing for the good-old days when I had the time to take care of most of the things πŸ˜‰ From that point of view my hospital-stay was a very well timed eye-opener for him, when he made such fantastic realisations as: 1. Cleaning up after the kids takes a lot of time, 2. Doing the groceries is very expensive… welcome to the real world, honey πŸ™‚

Beautiful Wien

On our way to Hungary and on our way to back we spent a few hours in Wien each time.

On the way there we only had 2-3 hours, so decided to concentrate on one thing, and that one thing was the SchΓΆnbrunn Castle. We have both heard about it before, and seen it on TV when watching classical music concerts from Wien – mainly at my in-laws. I can tell you this: it is amazingly beautiful!!!! Well-trained and traveled Japanese tourists gasped and cried out loud of joy at the sight of the palace gardens πŸ™‚ I mean, just look at these pictures:

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It was a very nice, warm day, and the place was very crowded. I saw a lot of runners – can you imagine doing your runs in a place like this? I am doing mines jumping over horse- and cow-poop πŸ˜€

On our way back we had a little bit more time, so we hit downtown Wien. Starting with a lunch, visiting the butterfly house, dragging two hysterical toddlers all along the main walking street, climbing up to the top of St. Stephen’s Dome, having an ice-coffee, and finally taking a ride in a horse-carriage.

Scnitzel

 

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Note: No matter how bad-ass you are, no matter how stressed and in late you are, if you get stuck with your car behind a horse-carriage, and a 4-year-old blonde little girl starts to smile and wave at you from it, you smile and wave back to her, always πŸ™‚

Horse-carriage