Time flys by when you hardly get any sleep. Linnea Clare celebrates 8 months of being Norwegian today. She has acquired a couple of new teeth (much to Rannveigs joy/horror) a brand new car seat and her very own tripp trapp high chair to officially join us at the fancy eatin' table, so she can enjoy her mush whilst we dig into real food.
By a coincidence, today also marks the 100th anniversary of the dissolution of the Swedish-Norwegian union. Not that the Swedes wanted to dissolve it of course and for a while the armies were facing each other off before someone in a rare moment of common sense on the Swedish side said "bugger this for a game of dominoes, they can have it if they want it that badly..." and the armies turned about and when home. War the way it should be.
If only they'd known about all the offshore oil back then. Might have all turned out very differently. We'd be speaking Swedish, eating the worlds worst bread and have a complete knucklehead for a King. Then again we would have very nice roads, no tollways, the worlds most advanced social support net and a parliament that actually gets things done. Hmmm.
In any case, hurra, hurra, hurra! ;)
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