I have a sneaking suspicion that anyone who read my previous posts and then sees this title will assume that Per Christian no longer resides with us. Have no fear, dear readers, all members are well and accounted for in the Svendsen household. I promise you that nobody has been sold to the circus quite yet. Instead, the Svendsen family as a whole has become our own kind of traveling entourage across Europe this summer.
We’ve had our ups and downs traveling with a four month old. (What?!?! four months already?!?! how is that even possible….) We’ve been able to spend time with dear friends in Sweden and Greece, and also with our family in the southern part of Norway. We introduced my parents to their perfect grandson (their words, not mine…) and the remarkable life we have here. We’ve spent days on warm sandy beaches, sampled food that still makes me drool and even got to sail a bit around our favorite coastline.
But it’s taken some adapting to manage all this with our small meatloaf in tow. Per Christian is growing by the hour and is gradually changing from a tiny organism into an actual miniature human. But man, this boy has got STUFF. I mean — a LOT of STUFF. Per and I shared one suitcase between us – the other three suitcases were filled with blankets, snuggles, toys, stollers, clothes and other assorted baby paraphernalia. We’ve become those annoying people in the airport check-in line that take 10 minutes to get everything tagged, sorted and loaded. We’re now the cause of frustrating sighs of annoyance from every airport commuter – I know that sigh well, I used it myself in my not-so-distant past. (We’re also the people that have the adorable baby in pajamas hanging like a monkey in his Baby Bjorn carrier. Don’t pretend you don’t smile at the image.)
I sense that we’re only a few years away from imitating Chevy Chase in his Vacation movies, squeezing a resistant family and all their luggage into an old station wagon for a “Classic Family Road Trip,” which inevitably results in eating dog-pee sandwiches and getting trapped in the traffic circle next to Big Ben. And when we finally arrive somewhere, we really do resemble a traveling circus as we pitch our tents and stake out our territory. It doesn’t matter if we’re gone for two days or ten, there’s a certain base level of infant needs that must be met and that requires copious amounts of sh*t to be carted about. My mother warned us that Per would be adding “butler” to his job description after the baby arrived. Yep, mom got it right yet again…..
But we’re learning a bit more with each trip, and we’re looking forward to one or two more adventures before Per’s paternity leave expires and we return to Real Life next month. In the meantime, here are some photos from the Svendsen Family Circus thus far. (There should be more photos, but Per Christian discovered the pleasures of nudity this summer and those photos are being reserved for his Oxford entrance essays….)
Trips to the beach require a bit more luggage these days…..:
…. but it’s all worth it in the end:
Best memories of the summer – Per Christian’s first dip in the water!
35 years apart but an uncanny resemblance to each other:
Back in Oslo, auntie Lari and Per Christian reunite:
Gran and Grandad came to Norway to meet their fifth grandchild:
And Gran was a real sucker at enforcing nap time:
Four generations of Svendsen men around the table:
Farmor is soon going back to Sri Lanka…miss you…..but see you soon..take care of you mum and dad…..
Big hug from Farmor
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