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    About a boy named Hugo, a girl named Sophia, and three cats.

    November 2017
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the beach, the beach, the beach

On essentially a daily basis since we’ve been home (and in fact, I think at the airport after we landed) Hugo has been asking “Can we go to the beach?” so we planned a trip there today with the cousins (who are the same age as Hugo and Sophie – and gratifyingly, the year away has not dimished the relationships at all, they still love playing together, it’s lovely :)).

The day started dubiously, overcast and a bit of a drizzle as we arrived at the beach … just like a Danish beach 😉 but the kids didn’t care (or perhaps, were just so excited to be at the beach AT LAST that they didn’t notice) and they headed straight for the water.

We had a really nice morning, and because it was overcast, there weren’t many other people there. It was great! It’s good to be home! (Hugo asked, as we were leaving “Can we go to the beach again soon? Tomorrow?” haha).




We are home!

Soon to come, our family Christmas in Australia, and other things we’re doing this summer.




Sophie dancing



Sophie dancing

Originally uploaded by barnikle





We are in Copenhagen

and we have a special blog all about our adventures, and misadventures, there … at http:barnikle.com/12mths .




we will miss the beach




one day when she’s a famous artist

this will be worth money.

At the moment though, I’m wondering how long it will take to wear off her skin. We’ve gone through all the easy-to-wash Crayola textas, and finding her sucking the ink out of the nibs was how the “NO MORE TEXTAS” rule came into play. This must have been a secret stash left in the art box.

All I can say is, the rest of her is just as beautifully decorated.




some things are worth writing, just so you can remember them later.

Hugo, standing in front of the bathroom mirror, laughing crazily at his eyebrows.

“Mummy, they’re just like hair!”

_________________________

“Mummy, imagine if a giant piece of corn crashed through our roof into the house!”

Yes, imagine!




it’s Movember!

Does a chocolate yogo mo count?

(Subtitled: guess who is trying to be independent and feed themselves?)




cupcakes? what cupcakes?

Props from Cupcakes on Pitt .




I’m turning into my mother …

It’s insidious. At first it’s just a phrase here or a tone of voice there, then one day you have whole conversations that echo through the generations. But the worst thing is when you find yourself looking for a hankie to lick to wipe their faces clean :O