Archive for June, 2009

I wonder why the designs on girls’ tights never go all the way up, even though many skirts and dresses don’t reach the knees, and even when they do, every toddler girl flashes her surroundings with that special brand of societal oblivion that’s cute when you’re 5 and under and unbearable after 18. Still, I think these tights are cute on D.L. They say they’re size 56, and D.L. is wearing mostly 68s now and starting to veer into the 74s, so you’d think 56s would be way too small. They’re snug, but definitely workable, and the Danish summer was kind enough to wait long enough to give me time to make sure I got these on her little legs at least once. (Does that picture make you think “June” or what?!) I didn’t pay for them, so I can’t say I’d be crying if I didn’t get to use them, but you know, they’re cute.

And I seriously love that little jacket, made by D.L.’s loving farmor. And the little Osh Kosh embroidered jumper. I think she has four denim jumpers now. All adorable.

Another specialty post?
It probably seems silly to introduce another one when I can’t keep up with the ones I already have, but then I’m a silly person. I’m calling this one S-train Saturday, but I’m warning you I’ll probably never actually post it on a Saturday. I’m still calling it S-train Saturday, because the post will always be about what I did on a Saturday. I have Danish class every other Saturday, but on the Saturdays I don’t have class, the plan is to explore Denmark! Thomas and I are going to check out all the places we can go by S-train. We live within easy walking distance of the Herlev S-train station, and we’ve taken the S-train into Copenhagen plenty of times, but where else can we go? Soon we’ll know!
This past Saturday, we went to Køge. We just got on the train and went, with no plan or agenda in mind, just to see what’s there. We had to switch trains in Copenhagen, and it took about an hour all told to get there.

We found a map. It was early afternoon and things were just starting to close up, but we didn’t go to shop anyway so that was fine.

We went about two blocks before D.L. wanted to nap.

Thomas and I stayed awake though, and had a lot of fun just strolling around. There are lots of really old buildings.

Maybe Danes are used to it, but I think it’s fun to see modern businesses running out of really old buildings, especially the ones that are all leaning and curving in the wrong places. We also cringed at some apostrophe abuse.

As if it’s not bad enough to see apostrophes in possessives in Danish, now we’re seeing them in plurals as well, and the plural ending isn’t even s! wtf!
I am a picture-taking fiend, and I have TONS more pics of our afternoon in Køge. To see my whole album, click below!

It’s a day late again, because as many times as I thought “oh, I need to blog…” I never actually did it. I’m reluctant to admit that it might be because I kept listening to a certain audiobook instead. One by Stephenie Meyer. With a character named Edward Cullen. And that’s all I’m saying.

A few things to note in this photo:

I am aware that it’s not Monday anymore, but it’s Monday for me. Saturday wasn’t much of a Saturday because I had Danish class most of the day, and despite my attempts, Thomas wasn’t up for going out and doing fun weekend stuff afterwards. Sunday felt like Saturday because we were lazy all day. Monday felt like Sunday because we spent the whole day with my in-laws. Thomas took the day off because it was his dad’s 40th anniversary with the company.

It’s Saturday, but I have something to say so here we go.

What is it about striped pyjamas? I don’t think I ever wore them. I can’t remember wanting to wear them. Yet one day, I was out shopping and I saw that footed jammies were on sale at the children’s clothing store here, and when I saw all that was hanging on the rack, I kept looking at the striped ones and thinking, “I love this, and I don’t know why.” Nothing special about them. Just striped. And I got one of every girly color combo they had. (I leave the boyish ones to my mother to buy.)

I still don’t know why putting pink stripes all over pyjamas makes me think they’re cute.  I don’t think I’d give a shirt of the same fabric two glances, but jammies!  Now, that’s different.

Here is D.L. in one set of her striped jammies.  I think this is super extra adorable.  You know, because she’s always adorable, no matter what, even when she’s screaming her head off or lying on the diaper table with poo covering her nethers, but put her in stripey jam-jams and it ticks it up several notches.

The holiday bonanza is over.  I think.  It’s hard to keep track!  But today isn’t a holiday anyway, so here I am!

I’ve missed so many Frankly Foreign Fridays and Money Mondays recently that you’re probably wondering why I bothered inventing them, and you probably have a point.  It’s just there have been so many holidays, and nothing says “holiday” like shirking your duties, even if they are easy and unimportant ones you invented yourself.  So I took holiday and didn’t blog.  But I will again, never you fear!  Probably not on Friday, though.  It’s another holiday.  Actually it’s three holidays on one day.  It’s Danish Father’s Day, Constitution Day, and my mother’s birthday.  So yeah, I might not blog.

Dagmar has a penchant for chewing and sucking on cords of all kinds.  We try to keep them out of reach, but sometimes she gets the better of us, and here she is chowing down on a firewire cable.