Today was the Norwegian Father's Day.
I don't think Norwegian wives and children go quite as far as their American counterparts when it comes to father's day. Bakeries advertized father's day marzipan cakes for sale (as if a dad would want any other kind), and clothing stores had semi-obnoxious sales campaigns on tv for a couple of days making sure that we pick up a pair of boxer briefs and socks for all the fathers in our lives (exactly what I want to buy my dad). But other than that, it was a basic November day.
With a sunrise at 8:37 am, and a sunset at 4:03 (and we're loosing half an hour of daylight every following week until Christmas), it was a dark and gloomy November day. Good thing I had a cute pic of Lasse and his Bappa from a few months ago to fill in for the horribly dark and over-flashed photos of the two of them from today.
Lasse and I made coffee and a batch of blueberry muffins using this recipe (both boys had 3!) while pappa slept in, then the day continued with some cartoons, Duplo-tower building, books about tractors and other things that same "brrooooooom!", and a walk down the road to visit our favorite horses (I think the friendly grey fjord has a bun in the oven!). Productivity was not the word of the day. I think coziness was.
We forgot Pappa's card, so for the sake of embarassment, I'll write what we would have written in it to him here, instead:
Pappa- We love you a lot. You are the best pappa at many things, like; tucking, scratching us with your beard, making our favorite snacks, being patient, and showing that you care. Love, Lasse and Mamma