When I hold him, and point towards a shining light, and say lys (light), he looks up and repeats: ysssssss.
If my heart was made of ice, it would melt.
(Luckily though, it's not! It's warm and fuzzy and bursting with love.)
This guy is, objectively, the cutest there is. Right?
Even though we are home full time and usually not in any rush to go anywhere in the morning, we still separate between weekends and "normal" days. One of the differences is that on weekend mornings, stretching out on the sofa with a good film after breakfast is fine. Like today, watching a nature documentary while the day slowy grew lighter outside, the fire lit and Daddy snoring upstairs. A lovely weekend morning.
This is what you need for complete happiness:
a thermos with something warm to drink, a bonfire and something edible to grill on it, good friends and warm clothes. Oh, and nature. Always nature.
Simple as that.
Ps. If you've read this blog for a good long while, you might recognize the setting of these pictures: Yes, we used to live here! Here is a post from the early days of the blog (or look to the left and find the archive).
Lucky us, who can walk out our front door and into an exciting world of animals, sounds and smells, that we can be so close to the cycle of life and learn from it, every day.
Yesterday Mr. Brutus aka Daddy Sheep, was let in with the ewes (mama sheep) to again live days of fulfillment and joy - and hopefully to give life to many perfect little lambs come spring.
Freja and I went out for a wander around the farm in the afternoon light, and again I felt like pinching myself for this privilege that is my life. Love!
(the title of this post is a comment made by the beautiful beehousehives on instagram - she wrote that under one of these photos of Falk, and I love how it describes my munchkin perfectly)
The last few days have been eventful: He crawls around for real, and fast! - and usually while hollering at the top of his lungs. He stands up all the time, holding onto whatever he can find. He waves, and says "namnamnamnam" when he wants food, and screams loudly just to hear his own voice.
I have a sneaking suspicion that this is only the beginning.
Putting her to bed, we lay in the dark room together, curled up next to each other. I sang her a little song, and she closed her eyes.
Just when I thought she was asleep, she said: Do octopuses have tails? What is the sun? Where do the clouds go? What do frogs eat?
I answered as best I could, and then she went to sleep.
Zoo Payne is Mr. & Mrs. Payne and our three sugarplums Ronja (9), Freja (3) and Falk (0). With Billie the Wolfhound, cats Boo and Sioux, Marius the horse, a pair of cows, a band of sheep and a bunch of chickens, the Paynes live the dream on a farm in Norway.