The karate club have had a guest instructor for a couple of weeks (not the one on the picture though). Dad took me to training and thought I would stay outside the training and play but I of course opened and went into the dojo. Once inside I got to play with some really cool Lego and showed no interest what so ever in the serious people kicking and screaming around me. When Mom came and picked me up from training my comment was: pappa dansar (Dad's dancing). So if you need any help with your dancing at all my Dad is a pretty decent instructor and both my parents have black dancing belts.

Life as a grown up several-year old really sucks. My friend and I go to the same playschool but we never meet. I'm not even allowed to play with the older kids outside in the playground. Mom and Dad lied to me about this because they didn't know we weren't allowed to see each other. So the first week I was hanging on the glass with my friend at the other side when we came to playschool in the mornings. Mom and Dad had to drag me away from the window. I even woke up at night calling her name. A few days ago I summarized the whole situation like this:

-Mamma jobbar
-Pappa jobbar
-M jobbar

(Mom is working, Dad is working, M (name of my 3 year old friend) is working.)

This is hilarious. Former head of the central bank of Iceland that refused to resign despite massive demonstrations after the banks collapsing and who was finally fired by the new government has now become editor of one of Iceland biggest newspapers. On New Year's people were busy blowing him up as fireworks. This is not a joke. This is an average day in Iceland. How many years did it take again before Mona Sahlin could return to politics after buying that Toblerone on her member of Parliament VISA card in Sweden?

For more skywatching pictures go here.

Here are some old pictures from when Grandma and Granddad came to visit for my birthday.

These pictures are taken by Dad on our trips in the Icelandic Highlands. The last two are night shots so the model on the last pic was a very patient guy. The temperature is often -20°C and the water on the last picture would be frozen solid if it wasn't a hot spring you can go swimming in, which is by the way far nicer than standing in the wind freezing taking pictures. Dad sometimes goes to sleep though while the camera is busy taking pictures outside. There is very little light pollution in these remote places so the starlight is out of this world and you often have the most amazing northern lights too this time of the year. Click on the title to get to the photo theme page and on the pics to see the larger version.

After a month of computer silence the new family member arrived safely from the US. And hallelujah also for our friend from the delivery service that got an almost 500USD staff discount on the shipping charge. Without it we would have had to sell the computer again on E-bay or bought an airline ticket to go there and get it.

Today's photo theme is your favourite motive and you are not allowed to choose pictures of yourself, doh. I suppose it comes as no surprise that in my case my number two favourite motive is the Icelandic landscape.

This hat that disappeared from the face of the earth outside the swimming pool in April turned up again yesterday in my box at playschool. It had my name and phone number on it. Good thing it finally turned up again.

This was my comment when I saw a black and white Icelandic horse the other day.

September usually means sheep round-ups. The sheep are collected in the mountains, brought into a sorting area and dragged into different boxes by the farmers while the sheep tourists take pictures. It's a big event where the families come together.

It was such a great weekend. I got to drive the pink stroller, the plastic kid's tractor, the tricycle, the huge scoop tractor from Bob the Builder and go into a truck that takes 300 sheep (or twice as many two year olds). Then I got to fetch eggs from the hen house and try to catch the little chicks. Yesterday morning I also managed to scare off a small black mouse while looking under some cardboard boxes on the bathroom floor so that it almost ran over moms toes when she was on the toilet.