Not Really a Halloween Party...

It's Halloween!!!!! Unfortunately for my young American husband to be, it's not a very celebrated holiday in Denmark. We don't like to be scared all that much... We like our mood to be on an even level at all times. I tried to surprise him with a little Halloween celebration, so I thought I would make crepes for him, carve a pumpkin and then we could watch a scary movie. However I didn't have time to go and rent a movie so we had to watch Corpse Bride. Which I personally find a little scary at times, but I don't think Kyle felt the same.

Then there was the pumpkin. All the pumpkins where green and way too expensive. A medium size greenish orange pumpkin which should have been sold two months ago, costs 15 dollars at my local corner store. Therefore I figured that I would save my money and just make my apartment look really dark. It didn't really have the same Halloween effect though. It just looked dreary.(Speaking of carved pumpkins; yesterday I saw a pumpkin carved as Barack Obama - pretty impressive I must say.)

Anyways, back to our night: So we had no pumpkin, no scary movie but at least we had crepes - kind of... Everyone knows that Kyle is the crepe master, so I had a lot of pressure on my shoulders trying to make him crepes. I really did my best but the crepes however ended up either not sticking together or burn, but only in the middle so they had big holes in them. They were a sorry looking little bunch. Here's my thought though: Maybe crepes aren't suppose to be perfect on Halloween. These crepes would have scared any other of the fancy looking crepes that Kyle usually produces. Hence I think they were actually perfect in the spirit of Halloween. In spite of this I must say that I would prefer the crepes Kyle makes any day.

The Church

After writing a bunch of different churches and fearing that we would have to have our wedding in the 70's catacomb-like church building that we usually attend, a very nice young Priest said that we could borrow his church for the wedding. We thought that this church at least was a little bit better, so we accepted. Notice the sky-high arches. I love it!!! I think it'll do for a simple wedding ceremony.

http://da.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bethlehemskirken

There seems to be a common theme...?

This was in the film section in the newspaper this morning on the S train. I thought it was quite funny. In case you can't seem to find the obvious, i'll give you a clue......6 of these films have one thing in common.

Hanging out at the apartment with the little one.

just a latté.

Me and linn's attempt at latté perfection.

Good times on the S train.

Though he looks rather confused and scared, he was actually quite happy...or at least I think so...:-)

The support runs far and wide.

This was on the train yesterday.

It's a beautiful thing!

Sick child at 5:30 a.m. (WARNING)

This morning I was woke up at 5:30 a.m. and was asked to take care of Emil, since he had been up all night, not giving his mom and dad much option for sleep. So of course without "much" hesitation I jumped out of bed as though I was a prisoner of war, and started my day of with a smash. As the first minutes went by, I could only imagine how nice it was to be sleeping and not, to be blunt, the current parent of an awfully sleep deprived and sick, though sweet little baby. So the hours went by, as I fought with him to get him to grab a little sleep before he was back in his parents care. Eventually though I gave up after he continued to prove that playing with my computer was indeed far more interesting than grabbing some zzz's. After putting him back down on the floor to let him roam around, minutes later I smelled what I had soon come to know as I my first poopy diaper. Hurray! So I took him to the changing table after debating on weather or not I should wait for his parents to wake up and act oblivious or just man up to it. So yes, I manned up to it and changed not only my first poopy diaper, but also my first "sick" poopy diaper, which to be perfectly honest in my opinion looks, and indeed smells a whole lot different from the regular business. My gag reflexes were on high alert...

Party time at the Petterson Household!

Early Morning Christmas Mood

Could it be that I am already exited about christmas. As I woke up this morning way too early for my taste, it was still dark outside. For some reason that brought me back to the early december mornings in the kitchen of my parents house, where we would sit with candles on the tables and try to forget that in just a few moments we would have to walk outside in the cold and participate in a new days obligations. I'm ready for candles, sweets, christmas music and cheasy christmas movies... Bring it on. I should have stayed in Chicago. Americans understand the early need for indulging in christmas. They'll probably start decorating soon. Here it might take a whole month still. I'll have to be patient.

lille Emil.

Today was the first of many days to come with the young one. It was entertaining, interesting, fun, though quite challenging at times.

To My Surprise...

Yes, surprise indeed. Here I was simply caught up in a world of dealing with sisters having babies, fathers running in and out of the hospital, my boyfriend being a million miles away while trying to plan a wedding with me, and on top of everything my bicycle got stolen - the one thing that made my everyday life a little easier, not to say less expensive with all the money I saved in bus fare. When I rode that bicycle along the lakes in Copenhagen while listening to music on my ipod I would always have one of those moments... you know... when the sun falls just right over the water and music, wind resistance and me and my bicycle all worked together in harmony. In those moments I would feel alive, satisfied, and for a moment not even think about the fact that I constantly was missing a certain boy. But then my bike got stolen and my trips along the lakes got replaced by the crowded and humid atmosphere on the bus. I felt like it couldn't get any worse. The world was trying to get me.

Kyle had for a couple of days said to me, that he wanted to send me something to cheer me up... something fresh. I know it would be obvious to associate the word "fresh" with flowers, but in my mind a small hope began to rise as I thought to myself that Kyle himself was pretty fresh, maybe he was in fact sending me himself and just trying to trick me by hinting to send me flowers. Wednesday morning I completely got my cousin turned on to the idea that he in fact was on a plane to come here, and that his late responses to text messages and late night phone calls actually was because he was on his way over the Atlantic ocean to come and swoop my feet away. Yes, we were pretty sure that was how it would be, both knowing that we were making it all up in our heads, and that these thoughts only were a product of weeks and weeks of longing and despair. So, I kept on waiting for the flowers. They never came. Then Kyle called, telling me that he was on his way to starbucks and that he was missing me, and my last piece of hope went away. I knew I wouldn't see him that day. I therefore went about my things, picked my niece up on her parents Christiania bicyckle at the daycare and was happily singing childrens songs while wearing a stupid bicykle-helmet (that is very safe, but not exactly pretty) just to be a good rolemodel, when I saw him sitting there, my beloved with flowers. Very fresh indeed i must say. And suddenly the world couldn't beat me down anyways... At least not for now.

Congratulations Liv, Heine, and Yoko!!!

This morning at 8:30 am, little Theodor Frodoldt was born weighing 3060 grams and seemingly a million cm. tall.

Success...

The surprise was a success! After meeting with my wonderful new German/Danish family (Thomas, Alexa, and Emil), jet-lagged and all I hopped on my first cph bus in over a year and headed towards the flower shop. Of course I had forgotten not only that I was quite tired once I had a chance to rest my legs for the first time on the bus, but also that not everyone in cph speaks English......and as you you know well my Danish doesn't really cut it. So...after ordering the wrong flowers from the lack of communication between the flower lady and I and realizing I was now running out of time because minutes from now linn would be off to see her sister at the hospital, I quickly jumped in the most expensive cab i've ever been in and headed off to her sister's house. So yes, to make a long story short she did eventually come home on her bike and as she passed the front door, after a few or so takes she saw me waiting there for her with the flowers in hand (though they were the wrong ones) and my jet-lagged and tired self. She was happy...as was I. THE END.

until later,
kyle

I Have Arrived!......SURPRISE!

I've arrived! The flight wasn't anyting to remember. It seemed as though it was never going to end. Perhaps that's in part because of my single hour of sleep I had during the 12 hours I was in route. Fortunately it was SAS though and not United or Continental. It's been roughly about 2 months since I saw linn last. I couldn't be more excited...

until later,

kyle

Goodbye Chicago...for now. I'll miss you.

Welcome!

Welcome to our blog! We've been wanting to start a blog for some time merely because as of recent our lifes seem to be spent continously away and seemingly everywhere that's not home. We've felt lately that long info emails filled with "this is what is going on in our life" seem to become rather boring and honestly mundane after awhile, so istead of forcing you to read those emails you can now be let go from that pressure and read at your leasure. So yes...this is our life, our thoughts, and the randomness that follows in between...

until later,
linn and kyle