July has truly just swooshed by.. I'm not entirely sure where it went, but apparently some of it was spent on vacation. :-p
We spent a short week in Trysil, visiting my
mom, and had quite the opposite of a summer than last year (where we almost melted away in the heat, and the kids spent their days - well, not the whole day, but quite chunky parts of it - naked, going in and out of the pool) with more gray and rain and cooler winds. But, every now and then, there were sunny days. Like this one in pictures below.
Another ting that happened during these days in Trysil, was that A finally "got it" - the stroller is not "the worst potential punishment or horrible place to be"! And she even fell asleep! (Quite shocking, really - we've spent her first 4.5 months carrying her in an
Angelpack - ours is similar to the one with the cherry blossom panel.)
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| Sleeping baby.. |
Luckily, this whole
sleeping in the stroller thing doesn't seem to be a phase, and she stuck to it, on our travels in Sweden and Finland - and even now, back home. And as you can see from the picture above, on this day, there was sun!
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| The bridge across the river. |
The first picture shows the sign posted on the middle of the bridge (just for foot traffic, no cars allowed) showing the name of the bridge - Kirkebroen, the church bridge - and the year it was constructed.
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| Australia? |
This picture is of a patch of asphalt on the other side of the bridge. Ever since I was little, I've thought it reminded me of the map of Australia. Can you see it? Or is it just me?
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| The mountain, in it's summer green dress. |
This is the view from the town side of the bridge. The mountain is wearing it's summer dress, in shades of green.
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| The view to the south. |
On the other side of the little "bump" of trees lies my
mom's house.
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| The church. |
This is the church where my great-grandfather was a priest, and where both my sister and I and our children are baptised. This is also where A will be baptised later this fall.
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| Prestegården - the priest's house. |
This yellow house is where my great-grandfather lived with his family when he was a priest. This is where my grandmother grew up - and where my great-grandmother died. I've heard so many tales of how it was like living here, some funny and some a bit scary (my great-grandfather had a quirky sense of humor, apparently).
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| Previously the dentist's office, now culture school. |
The red building used to house the town's dentists - until they built a new office on the other side of the river. Now it's the culture school who keeps the offices in the red house, and children will come to learn how to play instruments and other things there.
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| The stage.. |
This is my least-favorite piece of Trysil.. the stage near the river. Not because I don't like music - no, not at all - but whenever this has been used as a stage for concerts, the sound has thundered into the walls of our house on the other side of the river, making it shake and unbearable to stay in - and for some odd reason, the last band would enter the stage at 1AM.. Which is very much fun when you have small children who cannot sleep because the house is shaking. Not.
All the concerts I've attended here in Oslo have all ended before or on the spot 11PM. There are rules stating that, unless applied for, one cannot make noise and disturb people after 11PM. So they end the concerts and people go home (or off to bars and stuff). Apparently, those rules do not apply in the country. :-P (I may be wrong, but so far, my experiences have leaned towards that conclusion.) It might make me sound like a cow (cranky, old woman) but I like my nights quiet - so that the little sleep I do get, is good sleep. Cow nagging done (for today). :-)
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Have a lovely evening, wherever you are.
