Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Daddy leave, part 2



Yesterday was our first day of the second phase of our Pappaperm (daddy leave). I took my first of three months in November/December so that we could enjoy Thanksgiving and Christmas at the farm, but that also meant that you and I haven't had the privilege of being alone together for long stretches of time until now!

On Saturday Mommy got us ready for that challenge by spending all day away and getting a beautiful new haircut. Yesterday was her first day back at work and you and I had wonderful time here at home and at Blektjern, which I've documented in this video. I was even able to take a quick dip in the pond - the season's first - while you were sleeping.

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Spring flowers


Yesterday I discovered a wonderful local nursery in Skoger where I bought lots of early spring flowers - daffodils, pansies, flox and muscari - and planted them while you and mommy watched from the terrace. You are so happy out there with your new green turtle swimming pool and little red and blue swing, and we have started to enjoy our meals outside every day (which is of course why the garden has to look its finest!). We are looking forward to hosting friends and family from near and far for your first birthday, only 12 days away!



Your first Easter


 
Your first Easter was a wonderful experience highlighted by daily ski trips and picnics on the last two days. There was only one day that you didn't want to be in your little sled, causing us to have to turn around and go home, but other than that you loved being in the mountains, the fresh air and the snow. My favorite moment was when Morfar and I took care of you alone while the others were skiing and we kept you busy by melting snow in our hands. You were fascinated, babbling away at the snow, picking it up between your thumb and forefinger (which you wield so expertly now) and even eating it!


Saturday, April 12, 2014

April in history

I will share two articles here to mark the passage of time, which astonishes me more and more for each year, each decade, that passes.

NIRVANA:
http://www.theguardian.com/music/musicblog/2014/apr/11/nirvana-rock-and-roll-hall-of-fame-collaborations-lorde-joan-jett-st-vincent-kim-gordon

RWANDA:
http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2014/04/06/magazine/06-pieter-hugo-rwanda-portraits.html

Twenty years ago in April the world convulsed, and the death that surrounded you depended on where you were and what you were aware of. Close to a million murders in six weeks in Rwanda - inescapable for them, wholly ignorable for us - but one suicide in Seattle overshadowed all of that for my generation and most other Americans.

It may take another twenty years for me to sort this all out in my head and heart. I didn't even know Rwanda existed until I was almost thirty, until I sank to my knees on the floor the genocide museum in Kigali in July of 2008 and cried my eyes out, having seen, heard and read too much.

Nirvana, however, had been an almost constant presence in my life since I was thirteen. Their music and what I perceived to be their values influenced me enormously when I was at my most impressionable age, but that influence had faded (or so I thought) by the time Anette and I were traveling around East Africa by bus.

Reading these and other articles this April has caused myriad emotions and thoughts to congregate and agitate against one another. The experiences that shape us do so differently, varying in duration, intensity and resonance, and they surface and resurface in our lives on their time, not ours; a pleasant process of 'non-control,' especially for a control freak like me.

As I've written before (and say often to my students) my identity and even personality changes based on which culture I'm attuned to on any particular day - punk, African, Spanish, banjo geek, ski enthusiast - and this is of course influenced by the books I read, music I listen to, people I meet, food I eat, etc. My experience of imbibing Nirvana, acting out my own version of Kurt's life through Meridian (we covered Aneurysm, too, but never as well as Kim Gordon:-) is still just as important to me as my more recent East African identity and our incredible two years there.

Over a lifetime, certain dreams are achieved while others will remain (sometimes painfully) in the firmament, and feelings of regret and nostalgia change places like the sun and moon. What is important is being able to connect to both things, all sides, and to still find yourself in the middle of it all. New father laughs at self-obsessed post and returns his attention to Sunniva:-)


Friday, April 11, 2014

Your first spring



Dearest Sunniva,

I've just rocked you to sleep in your stroller on the balcony, and I'm watching you as I write this post. This morning you decided to wake up at 6:15am, which was actually fine by me once I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and saw the deep tangerine rays of the early morning sun beaming through our living room windows and into our kitchen.

The kitchen is where we eat breakfast and where you love to discover new foods and make a glorious mess depending on the dish: avocado, pear, spaghetti, etc. Don't get me wrong - you don't eat spaghetti for breakfast - that's almost always homemade oatmeal and home-mashed pear.

After breakfast we went up to the third floor, our music, meditation and chess space, and we had a delightful time playing with finger puppets and the colorful fish you got from your cousin Tasha for Christmas. I played some banjo for you and as always you were happy to babble away at my side, absorbing the music and absorbed in your own world at the same time.

When we went to the front window of the third floor we met a neighborhood friend who first visited you last summer - the roe deer! Not sure if it was one of the same ones, but this young buck with velvety spring antlers took the same path they always do, nibbling his way along the brush line and then carefully crossing our little stretch of Huldreveien to nibble in the garden of the kind old lady from Haugesund.

I chose to hold you in my arms and encourage you to 'Look! Look at the deer!' instead of rushing down to get our camera, so I'll post a picture of last night's seance instead - proof that despite the lack of sleep, you have brought peace, contentment and joy to our lives in a way that we never knew before. And how could we have known? Your presence and personality have enriched us a thousand fold, and as your first year draws rapidly to a close, we greet the spring and summer with your happiness, excitement and wonder at each new day and its adventures.

Love,
Daddy