Here goes...

I've been promising to blog a lot more, now that we have finally got access to the internet at home, so now I must rummage my brain for something interesting to tell you. Well, the short story is that I used to live in London, had a baby, moved home with my little family which consists of me (mummy), hubby and baby. Well, baby isn't really a baby anymore, but a 17 month toddler with lots of energy, hubby isn't just any hubby but the bestest man in the world (most of the time anyway) who has landed himself in Iceland, coming all the way from East-Africa via London amongst other places. And me, well you know me. I used to also be me before I had the baby, just a slightly different version of me. Here you can read all about my previous life. But here I mean to tell you just a little bit about our new life on this little island in the north.

So to more recent events... (or even future events that might or might not take place)

Yesterday my Baby had his first haircut ever. I got a bag with his lovely locks that I'm going to keep somewhere safe. Hubby finds this hilarious and makes jokes about me giving them to him on his 20th birthday... eeeh thanks mum... yikes! Now he just looks so grown up, like a little 5 year old or something. I can't wait for his hair to grow back!

Work is getting quite busy, finally a little bit of stress. See I can't work under no pressure. I need just that little bit to get me going, otherwise I just get lethargic and bored, and then it's just too easy to "quickly" look something up on the internet, make up my own house in my head or think of some cool outfits that I wish I could afford (and fit). But it seems we will be very busy up until christmas at least, so I guess I should start writing the christmas cards soon. Yeah right! I plan to do this every year, but every year nothing gets done. So, sorry guys, I will try but no guaranties. Back to work though, we're designing this primary-secondary school and we're a team of about 4 at the moment. The project architect, me and the two German Ladies. I have recently discovered that the 2GL seem to think I am their boss of some sort. They found it hilarious that I suggested we hide in the kitchen all friday afternoon and do nothing (crazy lazy moment, never really happens to me, honest). I don't think I'm their boss, I have certainly never been asked to be anyones boss and if I am, I want to get paid more. So that I can afford to buy a house, or even a flat will do.

See we are a family with two cars. I get to drive the mummy-car, ford focus station car with room for a pram, a whole weeks shopping (and that's grocery shopping, not real shopping) and then some. Hubby drives the Dodge, the Man-Car. Except on mondays when he takes Baby to the childminder and needs to bring the pram with him, then he has to settle for the Focus because the Dodge just doesn't have that capacity. hmmm... mummy versus Man, who has the bigger capacity... interesting... But the family with two cars hasn't bought a place of their own yet, we live in rented accommodation (well, a pretty nice flat actually), in the middle of suburbian hell. And I don't even own a Cintamani fleece! I wonder if they'd shoot me down if they found out my coat is second-hand???

Our plan is to move into town sometime next year, into our own place. We will sell one of the cars, become a family of one car, one flat, one Reykjavik City in walking distance.

Upcoming events: Airwaves! I've only be waiting to go to this for years. But it sold out before I got tickets. It's all Hubby's fault of course, but I'll have to get back to that later, Baby is sleeping and I'm going to have a little nap too before he wakes up, the MaPas are coming for dinner tonight and I've only got a little bit of cleaning and tidying to do before they come... adios for now, hugs and kisses - and don't forget to comment, just to let me know that you're there :)