Been a bit busy lately so I haven't done much blogging. Sorry! Anyway, time to catch up. Last weekend it was a three-day public holiday here in Iceland - it's called Verslunarmannahelgi - which translates as the shopkeepers' weekend. Best of all it meant my dad spent three days with me and mum. And we packed a lot in during those three days. On Friday evening after work dad went to the beach with us. I ate a lot of sand. Dad was worried that instead of poop I would be making cement and it might be difficult to change my nappy. At the very least he thought I might pebble-dash it!
On Saturday my dad went to the swimming pool with us. He doesn't normally go to public swimming pools but I think he actually enjoyed it more than me and mum.
In the afternoon we went to Jonsi and Gudbjorg's summer house. Dad played on the trampoline with me and Tryggvi. We stayed the night to enjoy more of the nice, warm and sunny weather we had the whole weekend. On Sunday dad helped Jonsi carry on building his deck while I played with Tryggvi, ate and slept, pretty much the usual.
The sun continued to shine on Monday so we walked along a path on the bay to Nautholsvik beach in Reykjavik - where they pump hot water into the sea. If you ask me, it doesn't seem to make a blind bit of difference - its still cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey - so I didn't think I would bother with any of that nonsense. Still, it was nice to watch mum get carried away building sand castles. She can get quite intense, my mum, with those kind of endeavours!
