Our Home, Split Between Continents

We live 15.556 km. from Copenhagen, Denmark. That is 22 hours by plane. If you take the fast route. Even worse, it is approximately $5556 away for a family of five. Out of peak season.

It is too far.

I lived in Denmark for the first 31 years of my life. Denmark was my home. I have lived abroad occasionally, but Denmark was always “home”. Denmark is still home to me. There is no doubt when I get Danish ground under my feet after being away for months or years – I feel it instantly. It is unconditional. Not even the grey weather can scare me off. I love that tiny, flat country.

But I also love Australia – the giant country almost furthest away from Denmark, that I now call home.

Two homes – 15.556 km. apart. That is not a very practical arrangement, I can tell you now. And yes, it is hard to juggle. Ridiculously hard. Of course it is.

The Absence of Family and Friends Is The Worst

There are many reasons why living 15.556 km. from Denmark is hard for me/us. However, the worst part is, whitout comparison, that my children don’t have the same, close relationship with my family and friends as they would have if we had lived in Denmark. They don’t get to see them regularly and build up those close, long-lasting relationships.

Luckily our children are quite social and generally good at fitting and settling in. When we visit Denmark it only takes them minutes before they warm up to my family, but with friends it takes a little longer. We always prioritise my close family when we are there. Seeing friends is harder. Especially because my parents live in a tiny village hours from where most of my friends live. Some friends we see every time we are there, but some we have only seen once since moving to Australia. Some we haven’t seen at all. Of course it will never ever be the same relationship as if we saw people regularly.

The fact that we are always guests everywhere we go in Denmark and have nowhere to invite people to makes it a bit tricky to see people as well. We always have to go to friends’ or family’s homes – or even meet at parks or cafés – and that can be hard to fit in sometimes with small, wild children.

Feeling Lonely Amongst People

For me personally, the loneliness is the toughest. It has been 5.5 incredibly lonely years, to be honest.

Not having anyone around that understands my traditions and culture has left me feeling alienated on several occasions. Not having those “old” friends who accept me completely. And this; not having anyone who knew me before kids. For some reason, this exact point is crucial to me. I somehow feel that no-one really knows me. Here I am “just” Abby, Billie & Lulu’s mum, but inside I still feel like the person I was before I had any kids. The person who loved being out and about, the person who travelled, the person who partied all night long, the person who was social all day every day, the person with a bunch of awesome friends, the person who called skateparks and ski slopes her second home. That person is still me. Now. She didn’t die with motherhood, but no-one knows her here. That is lonely.

The Practical Side of Things

We have no family here in Brisbane to help us out with anything. I know we have chosen this ourselves but that does not change the fact that it is hard and it would be nice to be able to go to my parents for dinner once in a while, or have my niece babysit the girls or call my brother when we need help with putting up a wall somewhere.

The time difference also makes it hard to uphold relationships across the globe. Not only does it cause immense jet-lag, but is also makes it extra hard to FaceTime with family and friends while the girls are awake – and when they finally go to sleep I rarely have much energy to sit and chat all night. Unfortunately.

Then there is the most boring part of it all, the financial part. It is very expensive to fly from Australia to Denmark when you are a family of five. Kids fly free until they are 2 years old after that they pay full price. SO for the next year and a bit Lulu is still free of charge. Hopefully we get to take advantage of that rebate before it is too late.

So Much To Miss

I sure do miss a lot of things about Denmark.

I really miss having my friends and family come by our house every now and then. Or to meet up in a local park with a bunch of old friends. I miss that.

Or to be able to just go to my mum & dad’s for the weekend when Josh is busy. Or even just send the girls there. Or ask my sister to babysit for an evening while Josh and I go out with friends. I miss going out. And spending time with my brother and his family on Sunday afternoons. My girls’ little cousins. I hate that they cannot see each other more frequently.

Yep, I miss Denmark. No doubt.

I miss my family and friends and I miss the Danish society and system on my childrens behalf – especially the school system. But I also like it here in Australia. I especially like the climate and the possibilities a country with such diverse, amazing and easy accessible nature gives children. Being able to spend as much time as I have and will the next couple of years with my children is also something I would never have been able to in Denmark. I am grateful of this – even if it sometimes brings me close to a breaking point. (Full-time parenting is hard. Revarding, but ridiculously hard).

No Regrets, though

I do not regret moving to Australia. If I would do it again? I think so. It has been 5.5 hard years, for sure. It has also been 5.5 years filled with adventures that I would not have been without.

Saying goodbye to everything I knew to start a new life in Australia with a 5 week old baby in my arms 5.5 years ago was daunting, but also exciting. Little did I know what I was in for. Luckily I have had Josh beside me all along and I am ridiculously proud of us both for what we have accomplished so far building up a life for our little family here in Australia.

But is it really worth it? It seems like there is so much “missing” going on? There is – and it sure breaks my heart when my children miss their Danish family.

This past week Billie has been sad a couple of times. She says she misses mormor & morfar a lot. It breaks my heart that we cannot just go and visit them or that we have no idea of when or even if they will ever come and visit us again.

I will never forget how Abby cried all the way through security on our last flight. It was horrible. She talked about it this morning. She remembers vividly.

My parents are not getting any younger. My mum turned 75 last month and my dad is getting close to 80. I sometimes find it unfair that my children cannot get more “out of them” now while they are still fresh and energetic. Hopefully they will still be for years to come, but you never know what life brings. I just wish we could spend more time with them now, that’s all.

Living in Australia has definitely put a lot of thing in perspective for me, especially regarding my family and I often catch myself feeling…

Sad when my family is gathered in Denmark for a birthday without us.

Jealous when my parents go to Copenhagen to babysit my niece and nephew.

A little bit furious when someone complains that their family lives a whole two hour drive away so they cannot be bothered visiting often.

You see, the biggest advantage about living so far away is that when we do see my family we are together so intensely (this can also be a disadvantage at times, I should ad). When we are in Denmark we spend a lot more time with i.e. my parents than we would have if we lived in Copenhagen. Then we would probably have visited them for a weekend every now and then – now we visit for six weeks. Enough time for grandparents and grandchildren to build up a very close and special relationship. A relationship I never thought my children would have with my parents. A priceless and beautiful relationship.

Yeah, I am more than certain that THE most important thing I have learned from living in Australia is to appreciate my family. No, it is most definitely not a perfect bunch, but missing them daily has made me realize that they aren’t that bad after all.

Now, I am secretly dreaming of flying home with the girls for the Danish summer this year. Send us a winning lotto ticket and we are on our way!


What Made You Happy Today?

Seriously, think about it for a while. It is so easy to get caught up in all the negative stuff that happens around us. Especially when the everyday is rolling away and chores and errends and jobs and tasks and demands and what-not fills up our days. We get stressed. We get tired. We get grumpy. Sometimes we get bored. I get bored a lot. Then the negativity spiral takes off. Damn it.

Negativity breeds negativity

I read this article explaining how emotions are contagious, the negative once even more so:

“Many experts believe that negative emotions are a lot easier to catch than positive ones. Some believe this is reflective of our evolutionary past wherein being highly attuned to other people’s negative emotions (pain, fear, and disgust) was directly linked to survival. Those who could pick up on someone else’s pain, fear, and disgust were more likely to survive than those who could not.

But – positivity also breeds positivity. Phew!

It most definitely does. Take it from the experts and take it from me, the self-acclaimed negative/positive expert that I am.

Saying positive things. Doing positive things. It spreads positive vibes.

So, am I positve all day everyday? Hell no. I am often the opposite. I am prone to dwelving in my own missery, but that is exactly why I need to do something active and conscious to force the positivity into my life – otherwise it all gets too dark and dull to handle. Worst of all, I can give my negative vibe onto my kiddos.

My bag of little tricks to boost my own and my family’s positive spirit is pretty jam packed. I think I need to use it even more, ay?

Well, this particular trick is a family one, because our family needs to calm the fuck down and be postive every night – we can be such a bunch of whingers otherwise.

What is it we do?

It is pretty simple and something everyone can do every day. We eat dinner together every night and while eating we take turns in telling the other which three things that made us happy during the day. Simple.

Does it really work?

Yes! Focusing on some positive things that we experienced during the day help us to:

1. Start good conversations about the day around the table.

3. Give everyone a chance to get a word in and be heard.

2. Focus on the positives and go to bed with that in mind – or at least we can remind us self that life isn’t that bad afterall.

It might sound basic, but, as you know, back to basic is the new black. Some days it is really easy. Some days it can actually be pretty hard. On all days it is a good idea.

Here are some examples from our dinner table:

Today it made me happy (kids edition)…

…to play with my friends.

…to eat pizza here with you right now.

…to play in the sandpit.

…that I love my whole family.

…to get lollies.

…to swim in the pool.

…to play games together.

And the adult edition…

to paint the bathroom.

…to have a nap.

…to see Lulu take her first steps.

…when you girls played nicely together.

…to finish my assignment.

…to hear back from that job.

…to get the shopping done.

And one that very often goes again around the table:

Right now, eating dinner together.

As you can see, it does not have to be huge magnificent things. It can be, but it can also be tiny little things that made your day better in some way or another.

Have a go yourselves tonight and let me know how you go. Also, be a bit patient. It somehow gets better over time. At least that is my experience.

What has made you happy today?


In Other News

It’s back to reality around here. The University of Queensland is back on this week. Josh started on Monday and I am going there tomorrow – I only have to go once a week, every Thursday from 9am. – 6pm. Making a day of it, you know.

We still haven’t really figured out the logistics of it all but that will come. Right?

Besides uni, both Josh and I are currently looking for part-time jobs to pay our rent and our camping trips. It’s been a bit harder than expected, to be honest. It’s not easy finding a job in a city where your network is tiny and when your last real job was 6 years ago in Denmark.

Last weekend I actually took a 5 hour barista course to get a little bit more on my CV. If it will lead to an actual barista job time will show. No matter what, it was fun to learn something new and I now know the actual difference on a cappuccino, a latte and a flat white.

And yes, I dream of going camping a lot more. Once we’re all settled in with uni and jobs and what-not we’ll start planning. Straddie, Byron and somewhere up north is definitely on the list. Fresh air, sandy feet and surf beaches are a must.

We still haven’t finished painting our bathroom.

The weather has cooled down a bit here. We can really feel the autumn coming our way – today it’s only 27 degrees and I am actually wearing a long sleeve as I type.

Today is my mother’s 75. birthday. I really wish we were in Denmark to help celebrate her. It sucks being so far away on these occasions. Thankfully we have FaceTime and we will sing her a little song later tonight.

Ohh, and Abby just lost her first tooth in school today. My little trooper didn’t even tell her teacher, because she was scared of getting in trouble. The tooth fell our in the middle of a lesson where she was “supposed to be learning stuff, not play with her tooth”. We assured her she would never get in trouble for loosing a tooth – or the teacher would be in trouble with us.

We have started a family tradition around our dinner table each night. Everyone has to say three things that made them happy during the day. It can be big or small. Billie usually says something in the line of “I was happy in the sand pit” and “I just love my whole family”. Tonight I will definitely say, that I am happy to see so many people have tuned into my little blog lately.

Thank you!


Weekend Vibes

I love our weekends here in Brisbane. The everyday is up and down – but the weekends are special to us.

When we lived in Wollongong Josh worked shift-work and he very rarely had the weekends off and, anyway, we never knew if he did until Friday afternoon at 4 pm. so we didn’t have much time to plan anything. So yeah, back then weekends were pretty random. If Josh was working I was just hanging out with the kids like on every other day. If Josh had the weekend off we mostly went to Sydney so he could play soccer with his friends. It was actually pretty hyggeligt. I sometimes miss the continuety of knowing that I would hang out with some friends and have a beer or three on the weekend. If we had a “real” weekend, that is.

However, even if we often opt for the same activities the weekends up here are ours completely – and I really, really appreciate them!

Our weekends start out Friday afternoon, I guess.

Like, this Friday we took a ferry (free city ferry, I love it) went to the Gallery of Moderne Art Brisbane for a couple of hours, listened to some LIVE music in a park and went to the beach pool aka. South Bank with some friends before we went home to have a sneaky Maccas meal followed by our Friday movie and Friday lollies – that’s a tradition, don’t mess with it!

Saturday was pretty chilled. No big plans. The mood was good all around all day – not a given with three kids, I tell ya.

Today the weekend peaked at the beach. Being a bit homesick for Denmark I had to be reminded of why it’s so amazing to live here. Why we are so lucky to live in this little gem of a spot. And I was. Reminded.

People travel so far to experience this. We have it in our backyard. Well, a backyard an hour from our house, but still. Going here with friends on a normal Sunday in January is not too bad at all.

And ohhh my, the feeling of freedom when I’m out there on my board. Then I almost forget how annoying the girls were in the car on the way there…

…and now, as I write this in the car on the way home, all three girls are sleeping/relaxing with no complaints about life whatsoever.

The beach is always a good idea!

So, now we live in Kangaroo Point

Wow! We did it! We moved to Brisbane – and we have no regrets. 

We do have a lot of work to do in terms of painting our entire(!) new home, unpacking, getting organized, finding a new preschool (which apparently is called kindy up here?!), new GP (doctor), new midwife, new gymnastics school, new swim school, new network, new bla bla bla…

But hey, things are sloooowly happening. I mean, I have painted the walk-in wardrobe in the girls’ room and we have found the box with party accessories, so we’re off to a good start, I’d say. 

Ohh, and we have found our new Bunning’s, Coles and, most importantly, IKEA. So yeah, we’re getting there. 

Moving with kids is always a bit of a hazzle, I think. And moving interstate doesn’t make it any easier. However, we are trying to make it as easy on them as possible. They were both little troopers on the long 1000 km. drive up here and they have taken in all the new impressions in style. Yes, they have been tired. So have/are their parents. Yes, there are some big emotions going through them, especially Abby, when they thinks about their friends back in Wollongong. Yes, they probably do get affected by the chaos that is our home at the moment. But they also have fun and experience a lot of new, exciting things every day. To them, for instance, it’s absolutely amazing that they can ride their bikes and scooters to the local park to have a play. 

And yesterday we went to a beach on Bribie Island, around an hours drive from our home. That was love at first sight. Never have I seen either of them jump in the waves for so long and with so much energy. They were loving it and Abby even caught some waves on her surfboard – with no complaints about the cold water. Because the water isn’t cold – at all. It is beautiful. Even I enjoyed swimming in it. Says a lot. 

I can definitely picture us going to the different beaches up here regularly, getting our surf on. Yay! 

For now we will keep on making our new house into our home, while exploring this amzing city and it’s surroundings. Ohh, and also attend to my cousin, who is currently visiting us from Denmark. We think (hope) she has a good time even though she has been thrown into the middle of our moving chaos and our tired tantrums 🙂 

I’ll try to keep you guys updated on the progress around our house and with our new life in Brissy in general. So stay tuned if you like to follow our new, exciting journey❤️

Love M.

Our Merry Christmas & pretty average New Year 2017

First of all, I hope you have all had an amazing Christmas and a great start to the new year! 2018 is well on it’s way. Just like that. Lets make it a good one, shall we?


And now, for the interested, a little bit about how we spent our Christmas and New Years here in Australia.

Christmas Down Under is always an emotional one for me. All I really want for Christmas is to be with my family in Denmark, so to celebrate it here – pretty much as far away as I can get – is not always easy.

This year we had a dream to fly home for the Holidays. A dream that I somehow kept alive up until the very week of Christmas. Because of this I mentally didn’t prepare for Christmas here. I didn’t plan anything. I didn’t even buy any presents.

Then reality hit. The plane tickets skyrocketed and there was no way we were going to make it to Denmark this year. Then I realized that I had to get to work. I had to start organizing Christmas. In less than a week. Thank f*ck for online shopping and express shipping.

Josh’s sister Sarah got a last-minute invite for our Danish Christmas Eve here on the 24. and she brought along her dad (Josh’s stepdad) and his girlfriend.

Our “main Christmas event” is Christmas Eve on the 24. Dec. That’s what we call Christmas and that’s what we count down to in our family.

So, how does a traditional Danish Christmas Eve go down in a country far, far away from Denmark?

We actually try to keep it as true to the “real deal” as possible – without the cold and the rain (yes, it rarely snows in Denmark for Christmas). To put it short, it’s something about the food, the hygge and the traditions – and the presents, but of course. And the dancing around the Christmas tree!!!

This year we started the evening around 4-5 pm. when the guests arrived for some hygge and some welcome drinks. Then at around 7 pm. we sat down around the decorated table and begun our Christmas dinner. This is a very important part of our Christmas – sitting together around the table enjoying lots of food and each other’s company. This year we had pork roast on the menu. In Denmark we would also have had duck, sausages and danish meatballs, but since I am no master of the brown cooking (all the food is literally brown), I tried to keep it relatively simple with just the pork roast, normal boiled potatoes, brown (caramelised) potatoes, gravy, red cabbage salad and potato chips. That I kept it simple didn’t mean I couldn’t fuck it up. And I did. The crackling wouldn’t pop on the roast in the BBQ. The sauce got waaaaay too salty at first. I burned the sugar for the browend potatoes and I forgot to put the chips on the table. But I almost saved it all, I think. At least the others pretended to love the food. Even Billie. Abby, not so much.

And I definitely didn’t ruin the dessert. Actually, it was pretty damn good, if you ask me.

For dessert we have a traditional Danish rice pudding called Risalamande (sounds french, it’s not). It’s a rice pudding with chopped almonds in it and topped with warm cherry sauce. The funny twist is that there is also one whole almond hiding in there and whoever gets that whole almond wins the almond present. Fun and games, fun and games. This years proud winner – Joshua Ray McMahon.


After dinner it was time to light the Christmas tree. That’s right, we put real candles on our tree and one of the traditions in our family is that the dad(‘s) light the tree while everyone else wait in another room. To get back into the living room to see the tree with all the candles on it is quite magical. Then we dance and sing around the tree. Yep, we do that. We hold hands while we walk around the tree singing Christmas carols – and the last song “Nu’ det jul igen” takes everyone all around the house running in a long line. It’s pretty fun and then it’s finally time to sit down and open all the presents. Finally!

Abby and Billie found all the presents under the tree and shared them around to the right people while going nuts opening their own presents. At this point the adults have a drink and some snacks and it’s very nice and hyggeligt.

And that was a wrap (all over the floor!).

On the 25. Dec. we do the Australian Christmas. Usually we go up to Sydney to have a Christmas lunch/dinner with Josh’s family, but this year we did things a bit differently.

We have some good friends here in Wollongong who months ago invited us to be a part of their family’s Christmas this year. What an honour. And, as we realized we wouldn’t make it to Denmark this Christmas, we took them up on it. Of several reasons. By staying local we would avoid the drive back from Sydney late at night, meaning the girls would get to bed at a decent time – our children rarely fall asleep in the car on the way home at night. They easily stay awake even at 9-10pm. Josh had to get up to work at 7am. on the 26th. and work for 12 hours, so a nice evening at home was appreciated.

Furthermore, Christmas in Josh’s family is extremely casual, relaxed and non-formal. Which isn’t a bad thing, really. However, I have always wanted to experience another kind of Aussie Christmas. One where there’s an abundance of food and Champagne (even though I couldn’t have any of that this year, boohoo!).

I didn’t get disappointed at the Hingstons’ Christmas feast. We were welcomed as part of their lovely family and the food – ohh my god, the food! – there was so much and it was so delicious. Firstly, we had seafood galore. Gigantic shrimps and oysters were shared around. And even though seafood is not my favourite, to say it in a nice way (which I’m trying to teach my children, so I’ll try to be a good example here), I actually enjoyed eating the biggest shrimp I ever did see.


Then the mains were served. So much goodness. Lamb roast, ham, turkey, salads, sauces, roast potatoes and bla bla bla. All homemade and fresh and yummy. We were pretty full once the dessert was served. Or should I say desserts. Again, so much deliciousness on the table. Cake, pudding, ice cream…I can’t even mention everything here. You get the point by now.

It was a very lovely day, we did not go home hungry and we even got to play backyard (on the street) cricket. Only thing missing to make it a “real” Aussie Christmas was the sun. We did miss that old mate a bit.

Thankfully the sun did come back for a short while when we went camping with the Hingstons (yes, the ones with the Christmas feast) for a couple of days before New Years. It was our tiny little bit of holiday during the Christmas and New Years period and it was great to have two days together as a family spend with good friends by the beach.


We got back home on the 31st around 2pm. We were all tired and none of us really had the energy or will to make a great deal out of NYE. Josh had to go to work at 7am. on the 1st. of January – I know, brutal! So, we ended up eating a rather plain meal together ,before we drove up to the top of Mount Keira to see the 9pm. fireworks from above. That was pretty spectacular and both girls were exhausted when we drove home. So were Josh and I, really. We did, however, manage to stay up ’til midnight, watch the Sydney fireworks on TV and share half a glas of wine (we forgot to buy champagne…). Boom!


2018 may not have started particularly extraordinary for us – but we do have a lot of dreams and hopes for the year to come. Of course, we will add another child to the family in around five months, but besides that we might have some huge News coming very soon. Stay tuned!

Love M.



We took a chance. And we are so very happy that we did.

The steepest train in the world. Photo credit: littlehugelove.dk

This past week we have had a Danish family of four – Mom Jeanette, Dad Jonas, Marvin 5 years, and little baby Dexter 8 months – living with us. We had never met them before they arrived here – at least not in real life – so it was a bit of a gamble if having them here would be a success or a complete disaster.

Jeanette runs the Danish blog Little Huge Love and we have found each other on Instagram some months ago in connection with her planning her family’s trip to Australia and me being a Dane already living here. In August they moved to Canberra for three months in connection with Jonas’ job and are now doing a bit of a Down Under round trip. Their first stop was: Our house in Wollongong.

To be honest I was a little bit worried about how this would all turn out. I mean, what if we had nothing to talk about? What if the kids couldn’t connect? What if it got too intense for us to have strangers living in our home? What if? What if? What if?

I love being social but I also need my own space. And I can actually quite easily get mentally overwhelmed if I have to be around people I don’t feel 100% comfortable with. It drains me to be ‘ON’ – especially when I’m tired and pregnant. So, to say ‘yes’ to a whole family of strangers to live with us for a week was quite daunting for me.

But I did it. And I have no regrets. Neither has Josh. And the girls have had the best time.

Children are so damn cool.

Kiama Blow Hole

The Blue Mountains, Scenic World. Photo credit: littlehugelove.dk

Making a castle. Photo credit: littlehugelove.dk

The kids have played extremely well together. There has literally been less than five conflicts between them all week. Even the language barrier, that I was actually a bit worried about beforehand, was no real issue. Abby, of course, understood everything Marvin said, since she understands Danish perfectly. The problem with her and other Danish children normally is that she doesn’t speak the language fluently. She answers them in Australian and that can create some major communication problems and even frustrations and conflicts.

But the fact that Marvin has lived three months in Canberra, where he got used to the Australian language and even learned some words and phrases, helped a lot. He actually understood most of what Abby said and I also think he enjoyed that she understood everything he said, since the children he played with in Canberra most likely didn’t.

They quickly found each other and not only did Marvin learn some more Australian, Abby’s Danish language has also developed tremendously this past week just by hanging out with her new friend. Even Billie has started to say some words in Danish now. I love it. I hope we can maintain and maybe even expand the Danish vocabulary they have build up. At least I now know that they have the ability to speak Danish build into their growing, little brains and it’s not hiding too deep inside. Hurra!

Beach Time in Wollongong


Little photographer apprentice in Kiama

Friendships truly were formed in our home during this past week. Hey, today I spent half an hour comforting Abby and Billie because they ‘already miss their friends!’

Actually, I got a little bit emotional too. I thought I would be relieved to have our home to ourselves again, but I didn’t really feel that. Instead I felt a bit numb.

Of course, it’s always a bit sad to say goodbye to friends leaving, even if they are new friends, but the fact that they are Danish plays a huge role for me. It felt really, really nice to have someone here that understands where I’m coming from, understands the issues I’m dealing with, and shares the same deeply rooted Danish values. And also, just to be able to speak my own language for a bit. And hear my children speak it too. It all felt very natural and pretty relaxed most of the time, something that isn’t always a given for us down here.

Chillaxing after the girls’ birthday party

Hey, it was also quite practical to have some extra persons living here! When we were preparing the girls’ birthday party on Saturday they helped out heaps(!) Had it not been for Jeanette there would probably have been no homemade caramel slices, strawberry tarts or chocolate cupcakes to serve, and if it hadn’t been for Jonas our grass would not have been freshly mowed when the guests started arriving.

We owe them a HUGE thanks for the help – and we hope that we have been good hosts and given them a nice start to their wonderful holiday in Australia and Fiji. We did manage to show them around Wollongong a bit and took them on a day-trip up to the Blue Mountains, so there is no doubt that we have had a really nice week ourselves. Lots of good times and lots of good company. We cannot complain.

A happy little family in The Blue Mountains

We can only encourage others to open their homes to “strangers”. It’s definitely a ‘seeeee ya, later’ to the Mortensen’s and we are already looking forward to welcoming other friends into our home someday soon – old or new.

But for now Josh will enjoy that he doesn’t need to wear clothes(!) around the house all the time and lets see if we can manage to get back into a normal daily routine before Christmas. I doubt it.

Boys get tired too.

Have a happy Monday everyone!