Marching On Along... - Nagan of Copenhagen

Now we’ve caught up to the Easter vacation at the house in Værløse into which it really does appear we’ll be moving this summer. We’d planned this week since late last fall when we first started talking about buying the house. Morfar thought it would be a good opportunity for us to stay there with him so he could get us introduced to the basic concepts of gardening and yard work required by the property. Trine thought it would also give us a head start on wiping out whatever killer slug population had survived the winter.

This planning was foiled by two significant factors: this early Easter week ended up serving us night after night of light snow, making yard work impossible, and Morfar was only with us for about 36 hours.

However, we did managed to have one day of weather nice enough to walk the two blocks down to the lake in the hopes of feeding some ducks. It’s a very tranquil spot…

Until we get there.

No, really, it is still tranquil and quiet even after our arrival.

Unfortunately we couldn’t find any ducks to feed. We had to walk about half a mile just to find a spot where some ducks were idling offshore, and even then they didn’t dare come for our bread. This infuriated not only Molli Malou, but some other kid who had apparently come with her parents for the same purpose. The six of us sat there glumly throwing crumbs out and watching them bob unmolested in the still waters, disintegrating slowly and clouding the water by the shore.

You can’t see the snow in the following picture, not really, but it’s snow Molli Malou is trying to catch on her tongue in the back yard later that same day.

And after the snowfall we invented a new game: snowquet!

There was even enough snow to make a snowman… Molli Malou’s first snowman ever!

And let me tell you, this was one stylin’ snowman!

Really…

Molli Malou’s hair had grown quite long, as you can see in all the recent pictures where she’s not wearing her Knorr Tomato Hat, and keeping it neat and cleaned has been hell because she gets exasperated with pigtails and ponytails after about ten minutes. (Plus her Daddy can’t manage to brush her hair in the morning without causing third-degree scalp injuries.) So we decided the hell with it: time for a chop.

Here’s the last shot of those wild hillbilly locks as she readies herself for the haircut at the salon in Værløse.

Molli Malou loves being styled.

And the finished result:

From the back (we’ll keep this haircut montage for future reference):

And the side:

In the middle of the week it was John, Sandie, and Liam’s last night in Copenhagen before their move to Chisinau, Moldova. It was the last time Molli Malou and Liam would see one another for a long time. They both knew it.

They ran riotously around the empty apartment for a while before we left the apartment and went out fo a goodbye dinner.

John had forgotten to pack Liam’s Furby doll, and since Liam has always been scared of it anyway it was given to Molli Malou as a gift. (She loves it.)

Look at the way she’s just loving Liam!

Although I think she may have been as sad to be seeing the last of John…

And even though it’s just the backs of their heads, this one makes me very emotional. It’s their last hug as we were leaving them at their hotel.

But enough of that maudlin crap… hey! The new ‘do supports pigtails!

One of the many pleasures of having a fireplace is the ability to roast marshmallows!

Since it snowed nearly every night then thawed and melted over the course of the day, we often took Molli Malou to the nearby playground in the afternoon. (Often just one of us took her so the other could nap.) Molli Malou loved riding her bike there.