Dad is coming home...

My dad has been away from us for a week now, he is in Poland with the U19 Women's national team. They have been playing football against Denmark, Sweden and Poland (all very good teams, my mum says) - and guess what? Iceland won the group so now they are going to play in the European cup finals in the summer in Belarus. You go girls!!! Bad thing about that is, that my dad will be away from us again...
On top of it all I've been sick most of the time my dad has been away. I had a high fever for a couple of days so my mum took me to the doctor. The doctor said it was a virus. I probably caught it when I was at a birthday party last week, my friend Birkir Ingi was two-years-old. It was great fun to play with all the kids. But the day after I felt poorly.
My amma (grandma) has been very nice to me, babysitting and playing with me. Afi (granddad) came to Iceland last week and I like hanging out with him.
Oooh, I almost forgot! Afi Steini (my great granddad) was 90-years-old last Monday - that's a lot of years... Unfortunately I couldn't visit him on his actual birthday but there will be a party on Friday, so look out, I'll be there in my party dress.
Happy Birthday afi Steini and welcome home dad!!!

The Generation Gap!

This is a photo of me with my great grandparents, or "long-amma" and "long-afi" as we say in Iceland. It was taken by my mum when we visited them at their home in the Reykjavik suburb of Gravarvogur. My great-grandma's name is Adalbjorg but everybody calls her Didda and my great-grandad's name is Thorsteinn, or Steinni as he is more often called. Despite appearing very interested in a carton of milk he was not a farmer, rather he was a fisherman all his working life operating his own boat out of the town of Faskafjordur in Iceland's east fjords. He is having a party soon to celebrate his 90th birthday. I am sure he will invite me. My grandad Sigurdur (Thorsteinn's son and therefore my mum's dad) is flying in from Sweden especially for the occasion. My dad says we might have to have the fire service on standby because there will be a lot of candles on his cake.

Green, Green Grass of Home!

Just got back from England where I spent Easter with Grandma and Grandad. In England they had this thing called Spring going on - it means warm, sunny weather, lots of beautiful things bursting with colour that mum called flowers, birds singing all day long, trees that had their clothes on (dad said they are called leaves) and best of all they have this soft and silky green stuff all over the place called grass - which was great to play on. 

I went to the park to play on the swing and slide, went shopping in Reading, Swindon, Winchester, Southampton and Portsmouth and visited my cousins Harry and Josh and my uncle Steve and aunt Jo. My aunt Linda came to stay for a couple of days which meant we had to go to Starbucks a lot. What is it with big people and coffee lattes? 

My dad said that I get my own special latte when mum gives me her breast.

I had a lot of fun on this trip - especially because, as with all good English people, grandma and grandad had a lot of carpet - which is so, so much better to crawl on than that hard and slippery parket flooring prevalent (big word for me but hey, what do you expect!) in the Nordic countries. It meant that I could move a lot faster and begin to stand up all on my own just by grabbing something and pulling myself up. A whole new world has just opened up. I really like England and love and miss my my grandma and grandad and can't wait to go back to the green, green grass of home!