Happy Monday

Before we can go on any further, I have to tell you something: I like Mondays. Mondays feel new and fresh to me, like the start of a brand-new clean week. Sure, I'll be counting down the minutes until Friday like everyone else by Wednesday, but on Monday morning the week is mine, and I am getting stuff done.  Can we still be friends?

Having said that, this is what my Monday looks like right now:

The bump, some knitting, my feet up and a view of the living room that needs to be cleaned up. 

After a pretty productive morning of laundry, bathroom cleaning, laundry and some tomato picking, I am putting my feet up while Espen takes a nap (courtesy of uncle Cody the nap-time ninja). I am working on a blanket for Squiggle, using what has to be the simplest pattern ever. You can find it here, although the picture is rubbish (cute baby, though). There's a much better view over here, at Magweed's Mayhem.  I chose a soft, brown yarn and a very simply pattern, because I feel like Squig's babyhood is going to pink and ruffly enough as it is. The lace edge should add a little feminine touch, though, and it's not like chocolate brown and the inevitable pink don't look great together. Five more weeks, and I'll let you know!

Did you have a good weekend? We had a really great one: Friday was Nick's birthday, so he took the day off and spent the weekend in the loving arms of his family. Friday morning was filled with presents and cake and Nick's requested full English breakfast (not including black pudding, because, eeew), and the rest of the day was spent relaxing and playing at home. It rained pretty hard all day, but that didn't really matter because we just stayed home. Friday night Nick and I got to go on a 4 realz date. We were feeling pretty down with the hipster kids as we ate dinner at Cubby's* (I had the Houdini and loved it as much as the Dragonslayer) followed by a play at the Echo Theatre. 34 years old, you say? We laugh in the face of 34. Other than me being very obviously 8 months pregnant, we were just like any of the other cool couples holding hands in the rain on University Avenue.

Can you tell I'm a little giddy about going on two dates in two weekends?

Saturday was spent on sleeping in (me), breakfast dates (Nick and Espen), and urban living in Salt Lake City. We even rode the trax (tram/trolley) in Espen's honor, and made our pilgrimages to Anthropologie and West Elm like every good blogger should. We also picked up a few things for Squiggle at H&M, and didn't get a jacket for Espen. I won't bore you with the reason why, but suffice to say, I've shopped at H&M my entire life in Norway and loved it, so why does the American version of the store have to make me want to strangle people? (Psst, in Scandinavia at least, H&M has the same coolness factor as Old Navy). After our big city adventure, we rounded off the evening with dinner at the Bombay House. Mmm-mmm-mmm! I swear some part of me has got to be Indian.

And I suppose that now that I appear to be giving you the complete day-by-day, blow-by-blow account of my weekend, I should tell you that Sunday was spent primarily at church, and having dinner with friends from Norway. Espen claimed the spotlight (as he often does) and insisted that everyone play, talk and build blocks with him. Nick and I kicked back, let other people wrangle our child and ate tasty Thai chicken curry.

Seriously, did you have a good weekend? What did you do?


*And here's a blatant plug for my friend Janey's blog, Utah Valley Foodie: Read her review of Cubby's here.