Ca'ching...

According to an English survey detailed in the Daily Mail today women spend an average of eight and a half years of their life shopping - which is good to know...

And here is the break down of the largest categories:

	Trips per year	Average time spent per trip in minutes
Clothes	30	202
Shoes	15	162
Gifts	19	115
Accessories	18	98
Food	84	68
Window shopping	51	57
Toiletries	27	39

Things to do in Oslo

The Norwegian press is all aflush today, with reports on this travel report about Oslo from LA Times.

Having not spent any considerable time in Oslo for well over 5 years I was interested to read details of the new Nobel Peace Center and Villa Grande with its Center for Studies of Holocaust and Religious Minorities, which both sounds like interesting additions to my travel itinerary for my next visit.

Some pictures from the Pettersen's visit

Kids rooms

Cecilie's has the distinction of being done (minus a lampshade or two.) It's a yellow house "first"...

Lars is missing lampshades too, and has inherited most of his stuff from Cecilie's nursery in Sonning. But it's very cute nonetheless.

Family pic at the garden of lights

 

Lars wins his first fight

To kill off any rumors that Lars is a weakling (see last blog...) the dad can proudly announce that Lars has won his first fight with a non-member of the family.

The episode took place at IKEA yesterday, as we were finishing off our lunch. Lars was having a grand old time with a little cart he was pushing around, and around, and around in the play area.

In the middle of his game he was accosted by a larger kid, trying to pry the cart away from him; I was about to step in telling the kid to find other hunting grounds, when Lars took care of business on his own - he pulled the handle back, flipped the boy over (in a move commonly referred to as a Half Nilsen) and I could sit out watching the grandma of the bully having to do emergency services...

Was it evil of me to smile at this? Should I have apologized on behalf of my son? I don't know, but even if it was a little evil...

...in a gesture of complete gentlemanliness, as we were leaving a few minutes later, Lars pushed the cart towards the boy, smiled and said: "thank, done" (that's about his whole vocabulary right there...).

I think he's a little too young to be maliciously rubbing it in, so I feel that mr Lars made up for the possible sins of his father right there, but the boy turned away in a humph...!

Lars was on Greys Anatomy!

Ok, not my Lars.

One of the patients on this week's episode got "man boobs" [chest implants]. When asked why, he explained that his girlfriend had gotten a new trainer at the gym named Lars. "What kind of a name is Lars, anyway?" he asks. And sarky Dr Karev snorts and says "You got plastic surgery because of a guy named Lars?"

And oh yeah, Lars is intimidating. Not. The writers should have checked with Cecilie on that point. According to her, Lars is just "icky."

Buncha pictures

Mr Lars in a pile of leaves

Cute kids waiting for uncle Brad to see them in the tree

Lunch at our local

With Uncle Brad at the ice cream cottage

Supper with super mum at Chipotle

Playing office while big sister is singing in church

With Trinity in the boat, flirtation ended in a full fledged fist fight over the rubber hammer

Way to wake up from your nap

Our friend Jack and his dad Clay (also our friend) at Neighborhood party up the street

Saying goodbye to Abi and staying cool

End of a busy weekend

Veterans Day

Being a fan of any federal government holiday because my commute is cut in half aside, I am a big fan of Amanda's thoughts on the day!

Since I don't know many veterans (and shame on me for that...) I hope I am not too out of line when suggesting that all service personell, regardless of their status, should be honored (or "remembered" if you like) today.

Here in the US we have Memorial day which gets more attention (it happens to mark the beginning of summer -and we all get a day off, not just those working for the federal government...). In my mind that day is even more limited in scope as it is intended as a "day of remembrance for those who have died in our nation's service" - no survivors or indeed veterans living or dead...

I motion that Veterans Day gets renamed Remembrance Day and gets bumped up to full public holiday status. If you are serving your country you deserve a special thank you, more so if you are alive than dead, and if you can only get one day of honor then it should be a full day for all to observe!

So, this shout out is to all of you; being a pacifist makes me all the more humble about your service and sacrifice!

Ooops, they did it again...

...those Norwegians are topping the HDI Statistics for the second time running (that would be the list of the best nations in the world to live in, according to the UN...)

Wikipedia has the quick rundown, if you don't want to read all 440 pages.

It's been a while since I lived in Norway, so I am really in no position to brag, and I am not unnecessarily envious either (after all I COULD live in Norway if I wanted to - but that would mean I would likely be bragging right now, and I tend to get ugly when I brag, so it is probably all for the best).

Anyways, somehow Norwegians manage to complain about their lives, which proves the old adage, I think it was Churchill who said it: "Some people just never get enough"

Parties and politics

I heard an interview last week of a voter in Ohio, and the leading question was: "Are you an issues voter or a party voter?"

I am a believer in ideology and it is with sadness I accept that ideology plays no, or at best a very small part of modern political life. Never mind the fact that I was not eligible to vote yesterday. I grew up thinking that populism was a bad thing, but I have come to understand that it is the only way to efficiently run a large democracy (if nothing else it makes for some entertainment...).

However, I am regularly challenged in finding a party, even in a multi party environment like Norway, or indeed a candidate that is a fit for me: and therefor I count myself among the disenfranchised...

I've got parties (mostly birthday parties) and I've got issues, and here they are, prioritized for you to pick on at your leisure, and give me guidance as to who I should (have) vote(d) for:
1. Civil liberties (including the right to tote guns and NOT recycle)
2. Family values (most importantly: free health care for everyone under 16, and creating an environment supportive of children and their development)
3. Fiscal responsibility / small government (yeah I know, makes free health care for every one under 16 a challenge, but that's the point of a prioritized list)
4. Individual economic freedom - a.k.a. liberalism, free market

2. and 4. has switched for me the last few years (I suppose I have gown soft or something), a living breathing beast this ideology thing of mine, not sure if that is good ideology...

Cecilieisms, hurrah!

Important background to the story: Cecilie is completely obsessed with Sound of Music. She & her Farmor spent many happy hours memorising the lyrics to all of the songs. She entertained my uncles on her birthday serenading them with 'Doe, A Deer'.

On the downside, 4 has been, shall we say, oppositional. Today I found myself in a ridiculous argument with her about whether she would play in jeans or in a dress. This was shortly after we got all calmed down from the tears and drama of finding out her Norwegian National Costume has bit the big one (fabric too old to repair, crazy story). So I hear her humming " When la la la..., when la la la..." to herself - then she bursts into song: "when my bunad tears, when my Mommy-says-I-can't-wear-my-yellow-dress, when I'm feeling sad, I simply be-member my favourite things, and then I don't feeeeeeeeeeeel so baaaaaaad!..."

She got a little self conscious when she turned around to find me on the floor in hysterics, and my mom trying to keep a straight face.

The other high point of my day was finding her with one of my silver choker necklaces on her head, and asked what the heck she was doing. She looked at me with utter scorn and said "I'm being a holy angel, of course." Then she offered to make Lars a holy angel, but he was off like a shot.

A Nilsen Weekend

Reflecting on the title of this blog, it occurred to me that lots of our headings are self-referential (Nilsen Weekend, Life at the Yellow House, etc.) If you'll indulge me in a little bit of pop psychology, it seems glaringly obvious that we are downright delighted to be a little nuclear family again. It may be that the novelty will wear off in a while and we'll return to our regularly scheduled programming of sarky in-joke headings.

Speaking of returning to regularly scheduled programming: I was talking about our weekend. Sheesh.

This was the weekend of Princesses on Ice. BFF Lauren Mattison and her dad joined Cecilie and Torbjorn for an expotition into Baltimore to see Disney's finest. Ariel was the headliner, given that she's the most recent re-release on Special Edition DVD, but all the ladies were there, even a pumpkin coach made of gold. But before they could even rub the fairy dust out of their sleepy eyes, they were treated to a Princess Wake-Up Call: Cinderella called Cecilie, and Aurora called Lauren. I'm not sure what all was said, but Cecilie could not be convinced that it wasn't Lauren disguising her voice. By all accounts, the show was all that with a side of fries, dragons and evil stepmothers notwithstanding. Top it off with a giant pretzel and hot dogs, and you've got a perfect Saturday morning.

Lars was absolutely bereft, being left behind by his dad & sister. So Dad made it up to him with a long leaf-raking session, and Lars was careful to sweep them carefully back into place.


Then we headed South of the border to the Slears for a home-cooked pot roast, train building, and camping in the tent in the basement.

All this, and its only the end of Saturday??? I don't believe it.

Sunday meant work for Kirsten (and dinner with co-workers afterwards!), Sunday School and Grandma's house for Cecilie, and sweaty man work for Lars & Torbjorn around the homestead.

So there ya go - a few high points & special treats, and plenty of the mundane as well.

Mea Culpa on Halloween-a

The Latin scholars in the crowd may take issue with the usage in this context, but as far as I'm aware it's a fancy way to say 'Sorry Guys, we suck.' (and around here, we are always looking for the fancy way to do things.)


We have borne the weight of unmet expectations for too long, and went ahead & "bought each other" our Christmas present: a new digital camera. It will be a long road, back into the good graces of our readers who have waited - and waited - for some news, any news of the Nilsens. Some photos, any photos?!?


So Halloween. The Snow Princess and her Court Jester lead us back into the world of the communicating. Lollipops were the ultimate booty, the sugar rush was intense, and Lars thought that every open door meant an invitation inside to play. Cousin Jack was here too, with his mom and dad. Jack was a fierce (but polite!) lion: at every house he would say "Trick or Treat, Rowwr!"

There is even a small photo of the Yellow House, which is quite cute but not so much improved since our last posting. Life is pretty good all in all, and we look forward to sharing news from Catonsville a little more often.

Again, everyone, sorry for the long absence!!

Back in business

These ones were the try-outs on the new camera, big sister was fast asleep by now...