Now we begin the long slog through March. I’ve got 58 pictures cued up, but if I can’t get through them in this one blog then I’ll finish the rest later in the week.
You may not recall that because our little Euro-Fridges are so small, we had to have two of them in our kitchen. One of them finally died early in the month, and we spent the better part of a Saturday (or more accurately the worse part of a Saturday) hauling the old one off and moving in a new one morfar had in storage up at the factory. It doesn’t have a freezer, but it’s a nice new fridge to have and Molli Malou is an ardent supporter of it’s recreational uses.
Answer to unasked question: yes, Trine bawled both of us out when she came into the kitchen and saw Molli Malou potentially destroying the fridge while I happily shot pictures. Climbing the new fridge is now an official no-no.
It was also one of the first evenings in March — the first Tuesday of the month, I seem to recall, since it was also “Mostrenes” Poker Night — that we had our first accumulating snow of the winter. Molli Malou was suited up and scrambling outside to taste it the moment she noticed it was snowing.
Yes, I said to taste it.
Mmm… snow.
I mentioned the monster problems in the previous post (see below). I also made a toss-off reference to Daddy’s Monster Spray ™. Here’s a nice product shot.
And here’s our diligent monster sprayer hard at work ferretting out the monsters in our apartment.
She did quite a good job. She claims to this day that we got rid of all of them (while simultaneously creating a series of puddles around the apartment) except for one little friendly monster named Mellie.
The play-date that resulted in the Ob-La-Di video you’ve already seen (in the previous post) also generated some photographic residue.
We brought her balance bike on the bus to the lakes, where we then met John and Liam.
You’ve seen the rest on video…
The next shots aren’t as wonderful as they are on the video, but they give me a chance to describe what had happened there. Liam had gotten tired of playing and decided to sit down on the edge of the playground. Molli Malou sat herself down a few feet beside him, then skootched herself over to be closer to him.
He told her he didn’t want to sit next to her, or something along those lines, and skootched himself away.
“That’s not very nice!” Molli Malou cried, and she turned to John and me for confirmation. We confirmed it. Here’s her expression of sadness from wounded friendship.
..which lasted about a minute.
The next two shots come from the following morning, I think, when Molli Malou wanted to draw with her chalks out in the back yard — in a wardrobe of her choosing.
Yes, she’s daddy’s little girl, all right!
The following weekend was that of my 43rd birthday. Woohoo. Mormor and Jørgen were kind enough to give me a lovely birthday lunch, then babysit for Molli Malou overnight. That gave Trine and I almost 24 hours to play with, and we decided it was high time we finally got me over to Sweden. We will have lived here five years as of tomorrow (March 28 as I write this on March 27), and yet I still had never set foot on Swedish soil — unless you count an airport stopover in the late 90s or being on a ferry that stopped at a Swedish pier en route to Oslo.
The best analogy for both distance and magnitude of cultural difference is someone living five years in Brooklyn without ever setting foot on Jersey soil. The distance is about the same across the water, and the tolls are only slightly more expensive here.
The analogy works especially well because your average Dane is no more eager to get to Malmö than your average Brooklynite is to get to Jersey City.
Anyway, here’s the official documentation: I made it to Sweden.
With Trine, of course.
If you look on the middle left of the picture above you can see the base of a big fountain centered in this large square. It wasn’t running, but I was fascinated by some of the detail work.
I don’t know what they’re supposed to be, but I thought they were hilarious.
Now some “mood” shots of beautiful, quiet, slow Malmö:
We finally ended up having a beer each in a little square.
(Yes, it’s a deliberate homage to those pictures of us enjoying our Budvar’s in Prague — the pix we use as our Facebook photos. These are Heinekens, though.)
It was cold and there wasn’t much going on, so we scrapped our plans for dinner in Sweden and decided to get back to Copenhagen for dinner. I snapped a few more shots on our way back to the train station.
We had a fondue dinner in town and enjoyed a night to ourselves in the apartment. We slept in and picked Molli Malou up the next morning, then made our way back up to the house in Værløse, where we’d be spending the next week of our Easter vacation.
And the Værløse pictures can be covered in another post…
Now I know what Sweden looks like and that outfit really tells me Molli is her daddys girl. Is any of it polyester? AML
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