Today we told Stefán about our trip to Bandarikin (U.S.) coming up in just nine days. He jumped around like mad, smiling, giggling, and of course, he is very excited to see some of his family and friends. A bit later, I was looking out the window at the all white landscape, commenting on how nice it will be when the construction cranes are finally gone. Then it hit me. Trees! I will get to see lots of trees, comparitively speaking, when we go back to Arizona. Stefán then looked at me and said, "What are trees?". Árni and I laughed so hard, we cried. I´m pretty sure he didn´t hear the word 'trees' correctly, and was just asking for clarification, but the glimmer of truth in his innocent comment was certainly not lost on me.
Finnur is recovering from a gross bug. I'll spare you all the details. It wasn't pretty. These are the moments of parenthood you are never quite prepared for, but attend to with love (and a suppressed gag reflex)nonetheless.
Someone was commenting to me via email that they were looking forward to hearing about "all of your adventures in Iceland". I am afraid I might disappoint! Beyond trips to the farm, it's been all about trying to keep sane during the most awful weather anyone can remember in a generation, and enjoying time with the boys. But, the light is coming quickly now, and I can see that once spring comes (which can be late May), we will enjoy being outside all summer and going on a few island adventures. Remember, it will not get dark at all here in July!
We missed two amazing photo/videos opportunities this weekend, I'm sorry to say. Yesterday, it was sunny and felt warm all day (it was all of 32 degrees). The sun, along with reflection from boatloads of snow and the nearby sea, made for spectacular views of the city. Stefán and I could see the entire city from the deck of Perlan, a gorgeous circular building/museum/restaurant near downtown. Today was as ugly as yesterday was gorgeous. Cloudy, arctic wind, and snowing with major snowdrifts. Árni watched as it took me three attempts to get our little van up the hill near our building to get to a gym class. I guess they don't move snow on Sunday mornings. In fact, now that I think of it, no one ever seems to be awake or outside on weekend mornings. Crazy Icelanders.
