It’s been a very long week at the end of a very long summer, and Trine and I are taking bean off to Skagen for the weekend. It’s the northernmost point of the European continent, they say (I don’t know what that says about Sweden and Norway).
This is the weekend we “won” from the chicksene at the wedding (“the chicksene” is redundant since it literally means “the the chicks,” but that’s what Trine calls them). We’re planning on driving to northwest Sjælland and taking the ferry up to eastern Jylland. It makes for a longer trip, but it’ll be more scenic and we’ll be able to have some nice time outside the car with Molli.
Anna Greve won’t be coming again until a week from Monday (so you’ll get to witness one of her visits, mom), but if you assume even 250 grams of growth since last Friday—and she hasn’t grown less than 350g per week in over a month—Molli would still be over ten pounds tomorrow. Possibly close to eleven. She’s smiling more than ever, but she still can’t talk or do cartwheels.
Anyway, I’m writing this right now so I won’t have to rush through it tomorrow morning. Obviously there won’t be any updates or anything until Monday at the earliest. Maybe longer, since it’ll take a while to catch up once I get back (we’ve still got a lot to do on the apartment, I’ve got a huge October 1 deadline at Io, and we’re creeping up on my next big Module Test at Studieskolen.
But silence has no particular meaning anymore. No news is good news.
Oh… we will be home by late afternoon Sunday, because the fantasy online draft begins at 8pm. (See you there, Gene!)
Plenty of pictures to come next week, I’m sure, but for now—have a great weekend and don’t worry!
