Very First Harvest

As I told you in spring, I've never done gardening before.
In german there is a saying, wich could be translated like this: "The dumbest farmer harvests the biggest potatoes". Seems as if there's some truth in it, because I digged up some really big ones the other day!













And Júlíana loves her new girly-pink colored "toys". She examined the potatoes throughly before petting them. The real stuff is as usual much more interesting than any plastic toy one can buy in a shop!


This is today's work after one hour plocking berries with the girls: 4 jars black currant jam (left w blue locks), 6 jars red currant jam (right). Sooo yummie!!

Verónika is Driving Me Crazy!

Verónika seems as if she doesn´t know what to do with her time. She is walking through our flat and preferably does one, or the other or both options:
- shee pees everywhere she sits and plays
- she cuts apart (with scissors) or carves into (with knifes) everything she finds interesting.

Our wax tablecloth already has several holes, the sofa as well, even her favorite clothes have holes because she cut out the flowers printed on them. The children´s room smells pee (and we don't know where it comes from...), she carved into her wooden bunkbed bedframe, and today she carved a hole in the linoleum floor of our living room.

For the first time, today I felt the strong urge to land her some good slaps in the face.
I have no idea what to do or how to react to this kind of cutting and carving drive of hers. Suggestions anyone? (Only those who have kids reply please.)

*GAAARGGG*

Finally back to blog

Ok this is just a formal posting, letting you know we're back home and I wanted to break the ice concerning my blogwritings. Strange enough, it's quite difficult to get one going again after a long pause.
In short, Siggi's school ended may 20th, Jóhanna's last day in school was june 10th and Verónika left kindergarden for good june 30th. After enjoying hanging around at home endlessly in their pyjamas, we went north to visit my german friend Elsche on her farm and Siggi's family, wich means his sister Jóhanna in Akureyri and his mom in Svarfaðardalur (a valley southern of Dalvík). I have to admit I really liked the idea of going back home from holidays - or at least something that would be labelled as "holiday", but which in my opinion is something really different. The relaxing factor was missing completely and I felt really crappy most of the time.
As we moved several times and changed our location, Júlíana never got completely secure and familiar with a new surrounding. She was so busy during the days, that she was more or less nursing all night and I felt quite drained in the mornings. So being back home meens back to familiar environment, usual routine and own bed. That's quite something!

We took lots of summer pictures and I still have to prepare an album for you to take a look at.

But now I'm back to work as well, taking housekeeping tasks more seriously than ever, trying to organize school and leisure time activities in advance as well as working for my little knitting business - that's a lot I admit, but I like it.

Read you soon!