It feels so strange. I’m at a cafe, knitting and drinking coffee, alone…. The baby is not sleeping outside. He is, hopefully, having fun at the nursery.
I miss him although it’s only been 30 minutes, wonder if they will call soon.
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Heidi

The baby sleeps outside the cafe in his big pram. His last morning nap before starting nursery.
We have had many firsts but this is a last. It feels strange.

I drink my cappuccino with sadness. Soon these moments, watching the baby monitor while, hastily, drinking my coffee will be over. Soon strangers will see him more than me. Not sure if I like that thought.

My little explorer, he will have so much fun I know. It’s harder for you than him, everyone tells me this. They are right.

But for now I drink my coffee, watch the monitor and pretend that nursery start is far into the future.
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Heidi

Can’t believe that he is ten months already – crawling, singing, dancing and charming Little A. And pulling himself up all the time, getting up at six every day (if we are lucky), testing edges, stairs, walkers – he is a busy little one. He loves the vacuum machine, shoes, belts, ice cream, when I sing, wheels, my handbags and everything that’s not a toy. Very independent, so I live for the little evening time cuddles, when my little explorer can finally sit still for a minute or two.

A – you are like a whirlwind, mamma love you to the moon and back.

And Monday you start nursery and a new chapter in our life begins.

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Heidi

It’s been a year. A year since I arrived my husbands work, happy since it was a Friday and the baby in my belly had been very active that day, to hear him mentioning the bomb in Oslo. The rest of the day was spent glued to the tv and checking Facebook. My cousin’s wife was close to the bomb site but she was ok. I remember exhaling thinking the worse was over when a Facebook update troubled me. One of my more political friends wrote “don’t call anyone on Utøya there is a man there shooting”. I remember thinking “oh a mental person is taking advantage of the chaos and shooting in the air “. I wish I was right.

Now, a year later, it still feels surreal. For me many things has happen, good things. But for them, the many that have lost a loved one, some even lost two of their teenagers at the same time, I can’t say anything. Just hope it’ll never happen again.

This picture reads: today all of Norway will turn of their lights and light candles for those we lost 22 July 2011. I might not be in Norway but I will light a candle too, hope you’ll do the same.

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Heidi

I wish I was in Oslo today. I wish I stood with my baby under an umbrella singing with 40 000 people as a protest of the horrible massacre that happened 22. July 2011. It feels strange not to be there, take a part of it all. Show my sympathy.
But I will tell the little one about it when he is older, show him what I here and here. And I will teach him the rainbow song:

My Rainbow Race’ Words and music by Pete Seeger (1967)
© 1970 by Sanga Music Inc.

CHORUS:
One blue sky above us,
One ocean lapping all our shores,
One Earth so green and round,
Who could ask for more?
And because I love you,
I’ll give it one more try.
To show my Rainbow Race
It’s too soon to die.

Some folks want to be like an ostrich,
Bury their heads in the sand.
Some hope that plastic dreams
Can unclench all those greedy hands.
Some hope to take the easy way,
Poisons, bombs, they think we need ‘em.
Don’t you know you can’t kill all the unbelievers?
There’s no shortcut to freedom.

CHORUS

Go tell, go tell all—– the little children.
Tell all their mothers and fathers, too –
Now’s our last chance to learn to share
What’s been given to me and you.

CHORUS

(image is from the flowers outside the Norwegian embassy here in Copenhagen from this summer)h
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Heidi