Yatzy the drinking game.

In case you wonder what happened to us I haven't stopped blogging. I moved twice in one week and we now live in an apartment at Mom's job and there's some major changes going on at home. I will hopefully be back again in a week or two. Maybe we should buy a lottery ticket now that our car is broken, dads toe is broken and our house got invaded by men in spacesuits that beamed all our furniture off to some remote unknown location and destroyed it all just like that... You don't want to know what happened to us. If you knew and googled a bit you wouldn't sleep for two weeks. I promise. I've tried.

I forgot to post these pictures, last week was bolludagur bun day. I'm extremely polite these days I say no thank you and yes please, whenever asked a question. But as a true 2 year old I of course say no 99% of the times. So if Mom asks me if I need to go go to the toilet the answer is no thank you. Polite terrible two.

Dad broke his toe on karate practise last night. As a true Icelander he put the toe back in it's right position again before going to the emergency room. So it looked quiet normal from the outside. The doctor seemed to be a funny guy he said it's not broken - it's totally demolished and gave him a print out to take home. So cute. To his defence we have to say that this is the first time he's broken anything in 16 something years of karate practise. So if you're looking for injuries try soccer practice.

In case you wonder where I've been all this time. I've been growing my hair out long and learned to pick my nose.

going to the mountains. You drive all day and then you stay awake all night taking pictures.

In February we have the rotten food festival in Iceland. We even drive with take away rotten food to remote locations in the Highlands. One would think you could just save yourself the trouble and head out with normal food and it would have gone bad by the time you reached your destination, but no. Here are some pictures from Dad's yearly rotten food trip.
If you were wondering about my last post Dad was testing our GPS device for the trip and it didn't work inside our house. In stead of going out in the garden he stuck it out of the window using our floor mop. To his defence I wasn't feeling well so I was not allowed to play outside. You hook the device up with your laptop and it makes it possible to navigate your car offroad even if you are for example blinded by a snowstorm. You will then see your car following a track on the computer screen even if you can't see a thing out the front window. Not reccommended though if you drive where there's traffic.
As you can see we haven't got any snow here this winter, even this far up the mountains you can see the stones sticking up.
I went to visit my friends this weekend and had very nice food.

you've been wondering what we've been up to. This is Dad 's new GPS floor mop device. So that you don't get lost cleaning your big house. You can mop with precision also in the dark. We will get rich and famous. Looks stylish too.

Iceland got a lot of international publicity for being one of the first rescue teams in Haiti after the earthquake. It was funny how some 15 minutes after the first telegram of the big earthquake was posted on the online news site there was another piece about the rescue workers preparing for takeoff. They figured they'd get all their papers and permits ready once they were in the air.
The Swedes that got a lot of bad publicity for being extremely slow sending help after the big Tsunami a few years ago were still discussing the best way to help Haiti on TV when the Icelanders had been digging out people from the ruins for 24 hours. I think it's not so much the fact that Icelanders are living in an earthquake area but the mentality that things will work out. In Sweden you need to do things the right way even if peoples lives are at stake. And that still seems to be the case.
The rescue workers are now back again after working 48 hour shifts and sleeping 3 hours for one week. In an interview one of them said they never got permission to land in Haiti. The coast looked clear and the Icelandic pilot just landed the plane anyway and the team used a ladder to get out. And the government is now sorting out who is going to pay for the rescue operation. Everybody's happy.

Here we are at the airport before Christmas. Dad bought his favourite Norwegian ice cream. Guess who ended up with the grown up one? Happiness.