I was productive at work, had a good time at baby swimming, ate quite a few cream puffs (we’re testing our way to finding the best ones in town; so far, Social Foodies hold the lead) and drank two glasses of wine.
‘If we meet at 8pm and snatch two glasses of wine, I guarantee we’ll be in bed by 10pm.’
It was quite the feeling of having it all. Myself again as well as my baby life. Girlfriends and cuddling the baby. Even if it just lasted for an hour and a half.
Spring is coming! My fingers were not even freezing off when we shot these photos, Alona and I. Three weeks – and less, actually. Then we’re there.
Our Copper Couple’s Day is coming up this year (ed. in Denmark, 12.5 years marks your Copper anniversary). In October. Twelve-and-a-half years together. We ought to celebrate that, right? In some ways, I think we ought to. We ought to have the traditional shenanigans – a gate of honour, brass band, bread mill wheel and pasta salad (I only say this because I remember my parents’ Copper wedding, which we celebrated shortly before their divorce – they had this mill wheel of bread rolls. Of all of the things I could choose to remember, the bread is obviously what stuck).
These days when lots of people choose not to get married, is Silver Couple’s Day a thing? Gold Couple’s Day? I actually think you ought to – you should be able to have a nice party although you’re not lawfully wedded, right? Do you guys do that stuff?
One of the MANY breastfeeding moments I still have, and which I love. Because they are mine and his.
I do admit that it’s hard to be back at work and have a little baby. As grateful as I am for Adam’s paternity leave and my own flexibility, I do still think it’s hard to have anything but my baby on my mind. It just is. It’s fucking sensitive to become a mum. I miss him so much. And I still feel bad when I work – even though I put in the hours at night, after tucking him in, or when he’s out on a walk with Adam. But, wow, all of those emotions. I’ll never be the same again, never be able to put myself first again. A small part of me will always float around, and I will only be able to feel whole and complete when we’re together. It’s almost as crazy as being in love. Perhaps that’s really what it is, actually.
SO dirty and SO good. I’d thought it would be too much. I’d almost sworn not to do it. But, nope, it’s totally perfect. Semla meets croissant, damnit, it’s good. The sky is the limit when we’re still able to invent genius things like this, right? We have reason to be hopeful, friends!
It felt like an outfit crisis just before I left for Rudolph Care’s 10th anniversary as it hit me that it probably would be appropriate to dress up (just as it hit me that you bring a gift to an anniversary). But then I put on my favourite party dress, and next to it was an old H&M coat, and that seemed like a good match. Sometimes you’re lucky; others would say it looked like a mess. But I do like patterns on patterns. And, yes, it is a cream fountain.
STOP. FOR. A. SECOND.
Pink table? Pink menu? A pink purse? And a pink cover. STOP! It’s too much and too perfect – and then on a Wednesday. It looks completely Parisian – now that we’re ‘not allowed’ to travel, it’s good to find exotic corners in your surroundings, right? Heaters gotta be better for the environment than aviation fuel. And if I’d been in Paris, my sweet (ex) office buddies wouldn’t have been there at the table with me.