tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627901841091698482024-02-21T04:10:23.778+01:00redhead wordsRedheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10946237213679534411noreply@blogger.comBlogger68125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962790184109169848.post-73137535080227370712010-06-09T23:19:00.003+02:002010-06-09T23:26:44.681+02:00You can't always get what you want..Samuel 's latest thing is letting me know what he needs. Very loudly. As in, when we are in the supermarket, whizzing past the dairy section, he will say (shout) "I NEED cheese Mummy. I NEED it! I NEED it!"As if we are not already a spectacle enough in the supermarket what with the English talking already causing a few people to glance in our direction, we now have the loud declaration of NEEDS. Redheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10946237213679534411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962790184109169848.post-66950706833931025722010-06-07T20:54:00.006+02:002010-06-07T21:28:44.719+02:00Believe the advertisingThose of you following along will be happy to know that the Lollipop Lady Runner is no more! The warmer weather meant that it was necessary to retire her. I spent an hour in Sports Master trying on every black pair of running leggings in the entire shop. They all looked completely identical until I got them on.After much huffing and puffing and absolutely no help from the indifferent staff, I Redheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10946237213679534411noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962790184109169848.post-88967164716392802952010-06-01T14:51:00.009+02:002010-06-01T21:08:59.869+02:00Cup of ambitionOn Saturday, I attended a re-union party for a company that I used to work for. I talked to some people who last saw me as I waddled off on maternity leave for my first baby.From which point you don't have to look very hard to find the reason(s) behind the subsequent patchy CV and awkward working hours. My career (and I really hesitate to call it that) hasn't exactly turned out how I expected. I Redheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10946237213679534411noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962790184109169848.post-33015737871093681462010-05-25T12:14:00.008+02:002010-05-25T14:25:40.131+02:00The best bit was the bonus night in LondonLike the timing of childbirth, toilet training, children's vegetable consumption and the weather, volcanic ash is just another thing I have to accept I do not have any control over.On my journey back from England last week, I had to take an unexpected detour via London and Brussels due to the volcanic ash that closed Manchester airport. I had visions of being stuck for days as Britain got shut Redheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10946237213679534411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962790184109169848.post-83310779071862235742010-05-19T10:49:00.005+02:002010-05-19T12:04:53.416+02:00FriendsAs I get older, it is even more important to stay in touch with the friends who knew me when I was young.And I don't mean this in some shallow Facebook way, where some random woman "friend requests" me via Facebook and claims we used to go to school together 25 years ago. We didn't talk to each other or know anything about each other then, so why would we suddenly do that now? All that we have inRedheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10946237213679534411noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962790184109169848.post-20849095322844536352010-05-11T21:44:00.003+02:002010-05-11T22:12:59.627+02:00Things I would be writing about...I am 18,654 words, 59 pages, and 203 footnotes into a document and project that has taken up all my available time and then just a bit more time that I didn't actually have.If I wasn't so busy, I would write about:How stressed I get when I can't quite see how I am going to tackle a job. And I feel very anxious and overwhelmed by the deadline. Once I've made a start on it, it feels more manageableRedheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10946237213679534411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962790184109169848.post-26905725479606137912010-04-19T13:49:00.005+02:002010-04-19T14:03:36.943+02:00Make believeAt the weekend, Samuel drove his little police motorcycle (complete with trailer) around the garden, stopping to collect important bits and pieces as he went.He drove up to me, took some bark from his trailer and handed it to me:Sam: Here you are mummy!Me: Oh, thank you! What is this?Sam: It's cake Mummy! Eat it!Me: Oh, lovely, yummmm (proceed to fake-eat the bark)Sam: You like it?Me: Oh yes, Redheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10946237213679534411noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962790184109169848.post-9828326804878457012010-04-15T20:38:00.005+02:002010-04-15T20:51:43.046+02:00Play wellSo, we went to LEGOLAND in Billund for the weekend. This was quite a surprise to me since last time we were there I promised myself Never Again.Aksel and I both used to work for LEGO. Not the park, or the factory, but LEGO Media, which was set up in 1996 to develop new products. It was a fun, strange time in our lives. Me: newly married, learning Danish, just moved to this strange country. Aksel:Redheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10946237213679534411noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962790184109169848.post-42408067444141087612010-03-29T21:22:00.003+02:002010-03-29T21:42:37.856+02:00The one about being your own bossThe advantages are obvious: a pay rise whenever the bank balance allows it and a new fancy made up job title whenever you feel like it. I've been running my own company with my business partner for more than 6 years now, and I like the way that my work fits in with my life, rather than the other way around. I don't rely on too much outside childcare for Samuel and it is great to be able to go Redheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10946237213679534411noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962790184109169848.post-76049852789567947602010-03-26T14:27:00.004+01:002010-03-26T14:43:56.653+01:00Blogging for InsomniaJust recently I have been composing blog posts in my head, at night, when I can't sleep. There are several problems with this; the main one being that it serves absolutely no purpose except to ensure that I get even less sleep than otherwise.I know, I know, you're going to tell me about the "notepad and pencil" by the side of the bed trick, aren't you? But to be honest, I just can't be bothered. Redheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10946237213679534411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962790184109169848.post-47836636255047108912010-03-03T21:03:00.003+01:002010-03-03T21:16:09.261+01:00Sountrack in my headApparently, when you are running and your mind starts wandering off onto other things rather than just concentrating on the next step and the next breath, you have reached a certain level of running fitness. Or so my good friend Emma tells me. And I believe her because she is a very experienced and super fit runner.My other source of running advice, Tina, told me that she runs with a friend and Redheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10946237213679534411noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962790184109169848.post-72418588758307891572010-02-27T21:07:00.006+01:002010-02-27T21:40:52.858+01:00Recently?Oh alright then already! Anything is better than all that talk about wee at the top, I suppose. -Not much running going on at the moment. The dismal weather (ice, ice, snow, ice) and a stinking cold coupled with a trip to Blighty have knocked my running mojo.In fact, the only Winter Olympics going on around here is in the telly - unless I can count the frantic exercise each morning to dress two Redheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10946237213679534411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962790184109169848.post-11623044799188255952010-01-27T20:38:00.005+01:002010-01-27T20:52:51.370+01:00Bathroom, brieflyI often tell Sam that his food is too hot - wait a minute, blow on it! - so he doesn't dive in and burn his mouth.Tonight as he was having his pre-bath wee, he managed to wee a bit on his hand.Warm mummy! he remarked as he felt the temperature of the yellow liquid.Then he said, Sam blow on it as he attempted to blow on his own wee - while still weeing.Redheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10946237213679534411noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962790184109169848.post-1630800538828480502010-01-26T11:00:00.002+01:002010-01-26T11:04:50.977+01:00About that running...I just need to put in writing that I am now running 5 km every second day in about 30 minutes.Never mind the fact that I look like a homeless person crossed with a lollipop lady in my cobbled together outfit, which is the result of the need for lots of layers (minus 5 degrees here still) and visibility and my lack of money to buy fancy running trousers. (If I am honest, I also don't want to go Redheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10946237213679534411noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962790184109169848.post-31287194199508182542010-01-17T21:35:00.005+01:002010-01-17T22:00:18.799+01:00New babyYou know you should be worried when people start calling your husband to offer him congratulations.After literally months of hearing non-stop about the pros and cons of this camera vs. that camera, ISO whatchamacall-its, full frame vs. cropped sensor and other blah de blah, Aksel finally went and bought a new one - a 5D Mark ll..... with lenses.The man in the shop subtly won him over by Redheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10946237213679534411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962790184109169848.post-60177583853235290112010-01-06T20:22:00.006+01:002010-01-06T21:18:46.970+01:00Things I learnt over ChristmasToday was the first day since December 16th that I have been alone in the house. We've had a really great Christmas and New Year - in stark contrast to several previous years that have been full of illness and loss and terrible news. Aksel and I had almost become accustomed to plans being dramatically and disastrously cancelled around December and January due to emergency hospital visits and Redheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10946237213679534411noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962790184109169848.post-6578413018504820892009-12-27T18:59:00.002+01:002009-12-27T19:01:15.674+01:00Little drummer boyRedheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10946237213679534411noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962790184109169848.post-43397932756808298482009-12-15T10:19:00.005+01:002009-12-15T11:16:33.766+01:00Giffer is comingI have to admit that I actually don't like other people's kids (OPKs) very much. With a few exceptions, of course. This was not the case before I had my own children. Before I became a mother, I was happy to babysit and play with little kids and generally thought they were ok most of the time....But then I had my own, and other children just seemed to pale into insignificance compared to the Redheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10946237213679534411noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962790184109169848.post-68588362887919452212009-12-14T12:05:00.003+01:002009-12-14T12:14:23.341+01:00Wrapping upApparently "writing is the new praying". If this is true then "Bless me Father, for I have sinned - it's been a very long time since I wrote anything."The "little and often" approach is obviously not my strength and certainly cannot be applied to my blogging skills. The "a lot and often" method, however, can definitely be applied to my shopping behaviour in December.We have been busy:All 4 of us Redheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10946237213679534411noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962790184109169848.post-88283379034904315812009-11-23T09:28:00.003+01:002009-11-23T10:38:03.535+01:00Cleaning upI've been back from London for ages but had lots of catching up to do - sleep, work, costumes for Christmas performances, more work, laundry, cleaning.Cleaning is a bit of an emotional topic.Although Aksel would quite like to be transported back to the 1960s Mad Men style home, where I fixed him a drink the moment he came home from work and his most taxing domestic duty might be to change a fuse,Redheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10946237213679534411noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962790184109169848.post-39915597321711945762009-11-12T13:48:00.004+01:002009-11-12T13:54:55.148+01:00It's all London baby!I'm off to London tomorrow for Girls on tour 2. For details of GOT1, you can look here.For some idea of what I'll be doing in London, you can look here (Gasp! I know! A guest blog post! Me! Feeling very honoured by the whole thing.)In the meantime, I am busy packing and writing Aksel operating instructions for everything.Redheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10946237213679534411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962790184109169848.post-5613088442172587012009-11-11T10:38:00.003+01:002009-11-11T10:43:58.454+01:00It is not easy but it is simpleAksel and I used to comment on how easy Anna was as a baby and toddler. At the time, with nothing much to compare it to, we didn't fully appreciate the lack of tantrums. But we were rather smug and self-congratulatory about our great parenting skills.This was until our son turned up and reminded us that nature might just play a bigger part than nurture and it's all just half-chance anyway.Samuel Redheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10946237213679534411noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962790184109169848.post-67639928888866133062009-11-05T10:36:00.004+01:002009-11-05T10:59:06.113+01:00Remember, rememberI have been told that it is November 5th and this means bonfire night, guy fawkes, gun powder, treason and plot. And most importantly fireworks. Sadly, we are not having any of these over here.Fireworks are impossible to buy at this time of year - some sort of regulation thing. Which is kind of ironic when you see what the Danes are allowed to do with fireworks in their own back-garden on New Redheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10946237213679534411noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962790184109169848.post-6938341615434279142009-11-04T11:19:00.005+01:002009-11-04T12:01:22.251+01:00All the homes... No. 3In my second and third year at university I rented a really dirty house in SE London with 4 others. The house had the type of grime that only years of non-cleaning and student neglect and apathy can inflict. I am sure I would be shocked to see the squalid conditions now, but I didn't mind so much then.The "garden" was so overgrown that we literally could not open the backdoor. Until one day the Redheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10946237213679534411noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962790184109169848.post-22738039167259580542009-10-16T10:15:00.004+02:002009-10-16T10:23:39.229+02:00In Bed and Happily Zombie FreeSo, Halloween is coming...The rather fantastic Nicola at micro-chasms wrote a post a while back about a game she played with her husband: Happy (and) in Bed?The version that Aksel and I play is a bit more weird and has more elements of zombies, but essentially it is a similar idea. It started 12 years ago when we lived in Jutland. In the middle of nowhere. A little way down the road was a Redheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10946237213679534411noreply@blogger.com0