Here: http://www.tine.no/7400.cms you'll find the recipe, in norwegian. Finnish it all with dipping the end of the sweet cracker in some nice, dark chocolate.
Before I start: a stroll with the baby in the sun. Happy sunday to y'all!
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Biscotti
Sweet, crisp and with a hint of orange. It's sunday and I'm almost out of biscotti - again. Two lonely ones sit at the bottom of the cookie-jar. Good thing it's sunday and I've got plenty of time to make new, and even more time to make tea and eat a couple of them later.
Here: http://www.tine.no/7400.cms you'll find the recipe, in norwegian. Finnish it all with dipping the end of the sweet cracker in some nice, dark chocolate.
Before I start: a stroll with the baby in the sun. Happy sunday to y'all!
Here: http://www.tine.no/7400.cms you'll find the recipe, in norwegian. Finnish it all with dipping the end of the sweet cracker in some nice, dark chocolate.
Before I start: a stroll with the baby in the sun. Happy sunday to y'all!
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Fright and fresh air
It really scared me. And kept me up all night and home from work today as well. Getting a child is absolutely one of the most dangerous things you can unleash on your mind. The fear of losing the little, untarnished soul could make your existence quite air-less.
Our house is haunted by a tiny virus who keeps my husband in bed and Atlas awake, coughing, at night. This night it was so bad, that I, for a minute, thought the coughing would stop the little body from breathing. As the morning arrived, his breathing got a little less heavy, and I called the doctors office as soon they opened, to make sure I didn't encounter such a night, unprepared, again.
Coming out from the doctors office with Atlas, it felt like my entire body suddenly was able to breath in the winter fresh air. It tasted like something really comforting and warming when the body is cold and sick - chicken soup after a freezing day in the snow. It was only croup, and it was probably done bugging Atlas, at least for time being.
This virus that keeps the two men in the house down, keeps me up. Running around to make tea, boil bottles and prepare food. But I'm glad. Glad they are in my life. Glad I'm not losing them. And glad I'm able to take good care of them. - Their existence takes care of me.
Now I'm only crossing my fingers, hoping the virus forgot I'm in this house as well.
Our house is haunted by a tiny virus who keeps my husband in bed and Atlas awake, coughing, at night. This night it was so bad, that I, for a minute, thought the coughing would stop the little body from breathing. As the morning arrived, his breathing got a little less heavy, and I called the doctors office as soon they opened, to make sure I didn't encounter such a night, unprepared, again.
Coming out from the doctors office with Atlas, it felt like my entire body suddenly was able to breath in the winter fresh air. It tasted like something really comforting and warming when the body is cold and sick - chicken soup after a freezing day in the snow. It was only croup, and it was probably done bugging Atlas, at least for time being.
This virus that keeps the two men in the house down, keeps me up. Running around to make tea, boil bottles and prepare food. But I'm glad. Glad they are in my life. Glad I'm not losing them. And glad I'm able to take good care of them. - Their existence takes care of me.
Now I'm only crossing my fingers, hoping the virus forgot I'm in this house as well.
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