A few things have gone down since Col's six-month post. In chronological order:
I am once again as old as Lars. We marked the occasion with a lunchtime outing to the botanical gardens and an evening of drinks and The Amazing Spiderman 2.
|Grey is the traditional English colour for birthdays|
We celebrated Easter--Col's first--with church in the morning and dinner at Lars's colleague's house. They have a five-year-old daughter and an eight-year-old son who very kindly include Tor in their play. Also, one of their relatives works for Playmobil, so they have acres and acres of Playmobil sets whose color was a little off or who were packaged missing a piece, including a practically life-sized castle filled with knights and dragons. It's cool enough that I want to hide upstairs with the kids and play with it.
|"Why, what's in YOUR Easter basket?"|
|The best of several bad shots--turns out it's easier to get a cute Easter photo of just one kid|
|"If you're over there, who's holding me?"|
We had a spate of nice weather before a few weeks of rain, and we made the most of it at our several nearby parks.
|Finally, a swing big enough for both of us|
|He demanded to wear boots even on the driest days...|
till we figured out he just liked that he could put them on
himself and taught him to don his sneakers
|Tor combines "Ironman" by Black Sabbath with|
the 1967 Spiderman theme song:
"I am Ironman! / Does whatever iron can!"
|Unimpressed with the anemic bus stop "benches"|
|Morris dancers: So Oxfordian|
Tor found the pink balloon he's holding in the garden of the place we ate lunch. Earlier that day, he had helped me pick out a huge helium Tinkerbell balloon for a two-year-old's upcoming birthday party. Alas, on the walk home, Tor demanded that I carry him while pushing the stroller, and in the kerfuffle, Tinkerbell slipped off her string and flew away into the sky. The rest of the walk involved Tor slung over my shoulder, arms outstretched toward the heavens, screaming "TINKERBELLLLL" as if his heart were broken. Fortunately the passers-by were few.
|Never too young for a little guided Macarena|
The picture above is the last picture I took of Lars before he jetted off on a two-week conference hop from Vienna to Marrakesh. You know your partner feels guilty about leaving you with the kids when he insists again and again that "it's not a vacation." (Just kidding, you breadwinner you!) Concurrently with this trip, I started a new job at the Oxford University Press--as in, my first day of work was the day before Lars flew out. Here's where I park my bike:
|Orco meets Superman|
|"Obviously I'm hungry, woman"|
|"I broke my ice lolly into pieces so I can eat it with my hands!"|
|Impressive catwalk skills|
|At a school carnival: cupcakes in the "fairy house"|
|Baby head not to scale|
|Wellies again, surprise surprise|
|Note Col in the chair|
|A rare 25-degree May day|
|No Snap-n-Go this time around|
|Rocking Tor's old sun hat|
|...aaaand dead to the world.|
|Get that boy some Ray-Bans|
|"Let me feel that breeze on my nether parts"|
|Best part of riding the bus as a family: Tor and a parent get to sit up top|
Finally, this tickled me: Tor got to pick out a bag of candy for a prize when he sleeps through the night, and he chose a sour gummy candy called Haribo Tangfastics. Yesterday, he slept through the night, and he selected a gummy shaped like a coke bottle, with a white back and a brown front. When I asked him what flavor he thought it would be, he said, "It's brown, so it tastes like kiwi. And this part is white, so it tastes like snow." This morning, he picked a green and white one. "The green part is apple flavor. And the white part is garlic flavor." Amazingly, he enjoyed it.