tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251038385488772202024-03-13T05:04:17.662+01:00Lady BLady B and Little Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05678699921207265463noreply@blogger.comBlogger113125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125103838548877220.post-11753477480573132372013-02-21T16:44:00.002+01:002013-02-21T16:44:46.953+01:00Ouch - again...
You might
be bored of me writing about kids being ill, Pappa Kas being ill, Malo, the
goldfish, dying. So much misery, I’ll make this short and sweet.
Brave smile from our little H(ero)
So when I
now write about H having high fever and put on antibiotics, there’s nothing new
there. She was at the hospital for a couple of days, but when she started getting
her energy back, eating, drinkingLady B and Little Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05678699921207265463noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125103838548877220.post-54127828615119257232013-02-17T20:39:00.000+01:002013-02-17T22:22:28.046+01:00R.I.P. Malo
Little H loves pink, Hello Kitty, feta cheese, swings,
dogs - all animals in general and especially her own goldfish.
While Little H is recovering at the hospital after
an urinary infection (I will give no details),
a tragedy has taken place at Casa Castro-Nyhus.
H has two goldfish in
a bowl .With its pink pebbles the bowl is the centerpiece of our
Lady B and Little Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05678699921207265463noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125103838548877220.post-46243624619320642032013-02-15T21:42:00.003+01:002013-02-15T21:42:57.154+01:00H & M - partners in crime
Such a happy wee one
You might
think that baby M should overshadow little H, but it is impossible to out-stage
her cheeky big sister. Little H fills the house with her presence and her
little sister comes in the background. But baby M is here, it’s just that she
is too nice for her own good.
She sleeps
well, all through the night if we want her to. But with skinny arms and legs
and a bitLady B and Little Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05678699921207265463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125103838548877220.post-74820301635511024002013-02-11T13:51:00.000+01:002013-02-11T21:08:50.359+01:00Monkey no moreIt’s carnival -time and last year we had such fun of dressing Little H like a monkey. We
thought she was the cutest little cheeky monkey we had ever seen. It is bad to
laugh at your daughters expense but, it was impossible not to. The costume
proved a great success, but that was last year.
This year
we thought that the monkey costume was an easy choice, but no.
When asking
Little H whatLady B and Little Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05678699921207265463noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125103838548877220.post-90254820289113758932013-02-06T19:49:00.001+01:002013-02-06T19:49:55.423+01:00Cousins - tough loveAs you could read in the previous post, we have recently spent some time with our family in the North of Spain. I always want to highlight the North, as whenever I say Spain, everyone sighs with envy and says: heat and sun - just what you need this time of year.
I hate to disappoint you - rain and max 10 C is more like it in December and January.
Little H (and Baby M) has a cousin in SpainLady B and Little Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05678699921207265463noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125103838548877220.post-75618064262124496892013-02-04T15:54:00.001+01:002013-02-04T15:55:09.167+01:00The excuses
Oj, no
entries since December. What’s the excuse?
Not
entirely sure, but I can think of a few:
Forgetting
my IPhone in the car when flying to Spain on the 30th of December.
Deciding to
go off-line for the two weeks we were in Spain
Me being
ill with Stomach-flu for almost a week
Pappa Kas
being ill with Stomach-flu for two weeks
Baby M
being ill with stomach-flu for 4 days
Little H
Lady B and Little Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05678699921207265463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125103838548877220.post-27014078033181556272012-12-31T16:30:00.002+01:002012-12-31T16:30:36.025+01:00Christmas came early
As last year, and the year before that and... (you get the point) Christmas
came early this year as well. My plans are there from early
November, baking the seven kinds of cookies required for being a proper housewife and mother, knitting presents for
everyone, make my own candles of beeswax, sew new curtains in subtle but Christmassy colours, scrub the fllors and ceilings
and so on.
At Lady B and Little Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05678699921207265463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125103838548877220.post-57849567037541809352012-12-10T11:36:00.002+01:002012-12-10T11:36:50.261+01:00Baby it's cold outside
Well, not
anymore. We’re up to minus 3 Celsius, which is 15 degrees warmer than last
week.
We’ve just had exotic visitors from far far away. Amama
Socco and Aixite Sebas came from the warm south to inspect their new granddaughter, Baby M and
to catch up with their “oldest” one Little H( which is two and a half).
Mmmmm, chocolate
Amama and Aixite had eagerly Lady B and Little Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05678699921207265463noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125103838548877220.post-62399274914747550572012-12-04T21:58:00.000+01:002012-12-11T09:54:56.691+01:00Ginger Galore
It’s the
time of the year when you can make and eat cookies, drink mulled wine and watch
soppy Christmas films all you want.
I love this time of year and all the
preparations. Not to say that I am keeping on top of things, but every year the
planning, the illusion of the home-made presents makes me tingle with
joy. This year is not any different,
but with two small girls I should Lady B and Little Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05678699921207265463noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125103838548877220.post-80242540547882893472012-11-27T14:25:00.005+01:002012-11-27T14:25:58.018+01:00Enjoy the silence
We’re
slowly but surely getting to know Baby M. She loves milk, she likes a bath
(with a couple of drops of nice baby oil. She prefers purple to pink, but is
not really fussed about her clothing (yet).
She does
her business regularly, she grasps and pulls Little H’s hair when it is dangled
in front of her. She loves kisses and cuddles and is not a fan of sleeping
alone. She likes her dummy andLady B and Little Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05678699921207265463noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125103838548877220.post-59631784776680787242012-11-16T21:11:00.002+01:002012-11-16T21:11:59.874+01:00Passport problems
When I was
a toddler it was enough that my name was listed in one of my parents passport and
then I was free to travel abroad (not alone of course). Now even dogs and new-born
babies need their own passport. I have
been told that the one for dogs does not have a picture on it, how is it a
proper passport then? Does it have Paw-prints?
The criteria’s
for a valid passport photo Lady B and Little Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05678699921207265463noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125103838548877220.post-60049053625702052892012-11-13T11:29:00.000+01:002012-11-15T15:42:14.286+01:00And then they were four
Time flies when you’re being
pregnant, and it has been flying even faster after baby Maya arrived.
She came at supersonic speed on
Monday the 22nd of
October, just as her mummy had ordered. The due date was the 31st,
but there was no way I could wait for that long. I did everything I could to
speed up “the delivery” (Other mums know what those tricks entails…).
What more can I sayLady B and Little Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05678699921207265463noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125103838548877220.post-19201503913542977212012-08-30T14:27:00.001+02:002012-08-30T14:27:44.130+02:00Little H takes a road trip
I think I have been writing about Little H the animal lover a few times, but it is amazing to see her connect with manky, smelly pigs, sticky goats, dogs with bad breath and so forth. We try to have activities on her terms and when the opportunity of visiting a zoo and amusement park (Kristiansand) came up, we thought why not? We packed the car with enough clothes to last us a week, and drove Lady B and Little Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05678699921207265463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125103838548877220.post-58309004929679950732012-08-15T15:03:00.000+02:002012-08-15T15:03:08.103+02:00I can hear your heart beat
Being pregnant second time around has not been a breeze, but as it is coming to an end (well, I am still 10 weeks or so away from D-day),and I have notices that I have started to appreciating the strangest things, such as that I can still see my toes.
I went to see a friend the other day, which I had not seen in a month or two and the words that met me were: “Wow, you’re huge”, quickly (almost)Lady B and Little Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05678699921207265463noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125103838548877220.post-43155296676634074692012-08-10T12:59:00.000+02:002012-08-10T12:59:03.800+02:00Life is a MusicalDo you remember how it was to start school after the summer holidays? One year you were new and the youngest, the next you were older, wiser and more confident.
It seems like the same happens at a nursery. Little H is suddenly one of the oldest in her group and has taken charge from what we hear. Oh, dear…
Apparently she is bossing the younger ones about, taking their toys, occupying the Lady B and Little Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05678699921207265463noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125103838548877220.post-5921463620801988822012-08-06T10:48:00.000+02:002012-08-06T10:48:47.419+02:00Daddy come home!
Lady B and Little H had the house to themselves last week. Pappa Kas travelled far far away last Sunday only to come home this Saturday afternoon. That was almost a whole week away from his girls. It is not like he went on an exotic safari, but rather working away in the South of Spain – Granada.
Poor pappa Kas. The heat, the tapas, the wine, the swimming pool – it must have been hard for him Lady B and Little Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05678699921207265463noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125103838548877220.post-17721039494008478032012-07-30T12:02:00.002+02:002012-07-30T12:02:57.646+02:00Malo, malo!That Little
H is no stranger to bruises and scratches is nothing new. For a time we were so
worried that she had poor eyesight since she kept falling over and running into
things. The nursery staff and the doctor told us calmly that that was not uncommon
in very active, curious 2-year olds.
So when we
come to pick up H at the nursery and a member of staff takes us aside and needs
to tell us Lady B and Little Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05678699921207265463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125103838548877220.post-12238145050653697572012-07-20T19:43:00.000+02:002012-07-20T19:43:01.623+02:00The in-laws are hereEvery
summer (the last three) since Little H arrived, we have been getting visitors / helpers in
July. Amama Socco and Aixite Sebas flies from sunny Spain in the middle of the holiday season to visit for a couple of weeks.
The first summer they helped us tend the garden and carry around a
colic-suffering little baby. Last year, they were life-savers when the nursery
was closed for two weeks inLady B and Little Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05678699921207265463noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125103838548877220.post-32722222806679818582012-07-09T10:15:00.002+02:002012-07-09T10:15:56.425+02:00From 3 to 4
Little H
will no longer be the littlest member of the Castro-Nyhus clan from October onward. She is getting a little sister, and we’re all excited and a bit
scared.
Like my mum
said: “another baby, this will be interesting…”
I am sure
it will. So far we have not really started thinking about the everyday life
with two kids, we just know that it will be stressful with two toddlers, but Lady B and Little Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05678699921207265463noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125103838548877220.post-34001484312638374852012-07-02T16:09:00.003+02:002012-07-02T16:09:38.676+02:00You know you’re a grown-up when…
You are
invited to a concert and you ask “Where will we go for dinner before the concert?”
You arrive
early at the airport to enjoy a glass of Chablis before departure
You have
hand-cream in your handbag
You wear
flat shoes (or trainers) on your way to work, for then to change into heels just outside the door
You don’t
leave the house without wearing mascara
You start
sentences with “Lady B and Little Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05678699921207265463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125103838548877220.post-86233204833008701582012-06-28T12:01:00.000+02:002012-06-28T12:01:20.812+02:00Holiday with kids vs. without kidsPappa Kas, Little H and myself (plus H's fluffy friends Lula, Sophie and Lucy Liu) have just returned from two weeks in Mallorca. We have been on a family holiday before, but not on a beach - relax- do-nothing-in-the-sun-charter holiday. And as this is what proper families do in summer, we thought we should give it a try.
Of course I was prepared that this holiday would be nothing Lady B and Little Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05678699921207265463noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125103838548877220.post-10961007362434323572012-06-20T22:35:00.001+02:002012-06-25T09:13:20.330+02:00Such a ladySince little H was born I have been against her having a lot of girlie-girl stuff, such as pink frilly dresses, headbands and hair-clips (on a little girl without much hair- I don't think so) and having a battalion of scary dolls in her room.
For a very long time things were going well. She had no interest in dolls, she tore out any hair-clip and no one dared to buy her baby-pink clothes as Lady B and Little Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05678699921207265463noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125103838548877220.post-72470605099328441552012-06-16T15:31:00.001+02:002012-06-16T16:43:16.605+02:00Baby boomIt's just been Little H's birthday and what a day! We actually celebrated H a week to early as we were going on holiday and could not be away so that her aunt, grandparents and great gran missed the show. So it was not only Little H turning two that made the day very very special.
The 10th of June was celebrated in Mallorca with an ice-cream and a bath or ten in the sea. And H was happy as she Lady B and Little Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05678699921207265463noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125103838548877220.post-73354209680030044402012-06-06T21:50:00.000+02:002012-06-06T21:50:01.777+02:00Lady B - the book lover
If you have been following my blog you might have discovered
how I love to read. I have now added a page to my blog “Book Worm”- where I
will write short summaries of the books I am reading and some words about what
I thought. So watch that space.
Being a scatter-brain and even more than usual for the last
four months, I have not read many books, but rather glossy magazines and stared
into Lady B and Little Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05678699921207265463noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125103838548877220.post-72801325038742067692012-06-03T13:53:00.001+02:002012-06-03T13:53:33.310+02:00Making a show
Little H is a drama queen is something that we all
know. And she really knows when to put on a show. I do not mind her tantrums so
much at home behind closed doors (it is healthy to have a temper and to clearly
express ones feelings), but when she acts out in public it’s not always
appreciated by her parents.
This episode takes place when Pappa Kas was to cycle an amateur
cycling race. Lady B and Little Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05678699921207265463noreply@blogger.com8