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Fish with tofu.


Chicken dish. Very yummy, but lots of bones.


Very sugary dish – Can’t remember what it was exactly, but a bit too sweet for my taste.

Driving

C finally got her drivers license.

She might not be the best at straight parking yet, but got to give her credit for at least backing up to the house.

Yesterday I brought an iRobot vacuum cleaner home. I told C about it some days in advance, and she didn’t object. We have enough to do without vacuuming all the time, and with 2 rug rats around, the floor needs a lot of cleaning these days.

This morning we started it for the first time and watched the lill sucker move about in its odd patterns. It doesn’t clean logically like a human would, but it still does an acceptable job and eventually gets around before the cycle is over.

I told C: “It may not replace normal vacuum cleaning, but it does take at least 80-90%. So it is a huge help and in the end it’s better than I’d have thought”.

She glanced at it hum around on the floor and replied: “It’s more thorough than you”.

Might not be the most sanitary way to transport meat to/from the market.

A view to the street from C’s sister’s apartment.

The other day I drove C’s sister and her kid to the airport. As we were heading for the car, I noticed that they brought 2 bags + a plastic bag with clothes as hand luggage. Only 2 are allowed.

As usually no one listened when I told this in advance.

We were 10 minutes after schedule, so C and her sister made a quick decision that they’d cram the goods into the other 2 bags when we came to the airport.

In the car I started moaning to C’s sister about “someone” never listening to me about these things. She replied with a smile: “I know; she’s very stubborn. She also didn’t listen to her family, when we said she shouldn’t go to Denmark to be with Peter”.

Oh well…. moving on then.

Is this my Michael Jackson moment?

Ok – so I may not be the best dad ever….

One of C’s uncles throwing a coin into a mini pagoda placed inside a monestary’s yard. It’s supposed to give good luck the higher you land a coin. At least luck for the photographer.

C and her nephew in the back, and some odd sunscreen hat wearing lady in front. I really wanted a shot with hat lady, so had to fake taking a picture of C. Seemed to work.

C decided I looked kinda cute (or idiotic – one of those, you decide) first morning on a hotel in Beijing. Fortunately she didn’t know how to turn on the flash on my camera, so the quality is blurry.

Mark was pretty thirsty after running around for hours like an ant on speed. It was 30+ degrees celcius.

Is it me?

A headline that just invites to smartass replies, right? Caught your attention though, didn’t it?

We have C’s sister and her 8 year old boy living with us since mid December. They are going home in 14 days or so, and it has been great having them here overall. C’s sister is a great help with a newborn and all, and her kid seems to enjoy himself, except around homework time. Sometimes he does things I find peculiar at best though. I’m not sure whether its culture, personality or youth that makes him do those things, and I have no way of finding out.

For instance he has this habit of kissing our two boys on the forehead. A friendly gesture, I guess, but it rubs me the wrong way. Thinking about it, I wouldn’t mind if it was a girl/boy or boy/girl situation, but why is that different? He really likes our kids and wants to be close to them all the time (running in the way more than helping, but still). To me the kissing thing just bugs me. So why wouldn’t I mind if he was a girl doing the same? Maybe this is a pure Danish thing, and I shouldn’t be so uptight? It just feel odd to me and I have a hard time biting my lip.

When we were inn China, we lived at one of C’s sister’s flats. She is quite an artist, and I found this in one of the guest rooms.

Yup – that me.

Turns out C mailed a picture of me wearing a Mao cap on our 2007 trip to her sister. C’s sister says it’s a in job process and will probably scold me for showing it off when it’s not done. I think it’s great already. She says she still need to finish details like eyebrows, eyes etc. She even ordered us to bring special paint brushes from Europe for that task.

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