So I don’t think I’ve written anything here for so long that it was before we moved when I last shared something.

It’s frightening, and a bit peculiar, and odd in so many ways, but I have just recently remembered how much I love writing, and how much joy it gives me. I told my students that I write a blog and they were so excited, but I feel like a fraud if I don’t pick it up again, so here I am, ready to share again.

There will be some changes in here though. Not that they have been heavily featured like some bloggers do, but the kids will definitely take a backseat. I want to focus on words. I’ll still keep it in English, for the worldwide fans out there 😂

Some things might be in Norwegian, like some of the micropoetry I’ve been writing, but I’ll be sure to include an English translation.

Also. Life is changing. But I think there will be many positives ahead, and dwelling on the past and has-beens will do no good.

I’m safe. And I am happy. And there’s great things ahead. Stay with me❤️




This is why

Four kids?? Wooow that’s like – a lot! You must be So busy! You must have your hands full! Do you EVER get any time to yourself? Hahahaha four girls when are you having a boy, Hahahaha? Do you feel your hair greying every day? You must be exhausted! Bet ya life sucks a little huh?

Do you hear them? The random people who just love to make commentary on my life and guess how it looks from their own – un-experienced life? Because I hear them all the time. Yep. And I’ve learned to answer them.

‘I actually study, do theatre and hang out with friends alone all the time – my life is pretty full!’

‘What do you mean boy…? I that something to strive for? Better than girls…?’

‘Hahaha yeah my hands are full but I have like eight other hands to help so…’

‘Actually, most nights I can get 10 hours sleep if I wanted to but thanks for the compliments.’

The thing is, it’s nobody else’s business how our family unit looks and how and why things turned out the way they are now. But just because I don’t mind sharing a little bit, I will tell you why.

I thought I was having kids for my own selfish reasons. Maybe I wanted cuddles and a little cutie to show off. But really – I’ve done it all for them.

We are just about to embark on the biggest change life will give us (probably, even though we don’t yet know what the future holds🤷🏼‍♀️) and the girls are eagerly counting down the days and really just loving thinking and talking about it all. They spend their days playing and chatting and hanging out- and although they sometimes are polar opposites in how they approach life and how they deal with life’s curveballs, their friendship is somehow based on more than just blood – I can tell.

I obviously don’t know if their friendship will be as solid as it is now, when they are adults – but I do know that the foundation is solid and important. They help each other through their little crises, they laugh together and snuggle up next to each other pretty much every day.

We’re moving literally across the world where they have no friends – everyone speaks a different language and everything is different. But they will be just fine because they have each other. And they will help each other’s learning and adjusting and be supportive and loving and caring. Sitting back and watching them makes me so incredibly proud every day.

So the reason why I’ve ended up with ‘so many kids’ is because we have literally created a group of friends for them and we know they will have each other for the rest of their lives. And I mean – they are amazing too so🤷🏼‍♀️

Last night I came in to check on them. Ricky has given up her bed for my brother while he is here, and so the three of them have been sharing one bunk bed. They take turns sleeping upstairs and in pairs and have somehow worked out a system for it. But last night I couldn’t find anyone downstairs in the bunk. The all had decided to sleep together at the top. And it made me so happy. They have the choice to be separated and have their own space, but instead, they wanted to be near each other.

Just beautiful.

(Also, I am saying *I* deliberately because I can’t possibly speak for Simon… he’s not even here😭)



The seven things I hate about you (yes I’m talking to you – all the stuff in my house)

1: Whenever I clean an area up it always equates to either a shopping bag full of rubbish, or a box load full.

2: If I start a donation bag it will be full in 0.3 seconds.

3: The more I clean up the messier my house looks.

4: I have too much of you in general.

5: Even after cleaning it all up, I will still have too much of you.

6: I didn’t even know I had you – but I won’t miss you.

7: You just need to take up less space, okay?

Gaaaah I’ve had enough…. But okay let’s do some more….:)


Line (your owner, or disowner now.)

I could watch you forever

There’s nothing more beautiful and calm than a baby sleeping. The last few nights she’s been unwell and have been wanting to fall asleep next to me in my bed and I let her.

I wonder if artists enjoy their artworks and spend time just admiring the finer details of their masterpieces. Because I do. I’m not a painter or a sculptor but I sure know how to make masterpieces.

Just looking at her sleeping, taking in all of her. Her long eyelashes just resting on top of her cheekbones while her shoulder are slowly moving up and down while she’s breathing. The sound of the air going in and out through her nose – gently and almost inaudible but still such a soothing melody. Her nose, flat and wide and absolutely adorably tiny in between her eyes, who, even though they are currently closed, offer so much love and life when looking in to them.

The hair on her head is flimsy and wild and made out of the softest silk ever produced, and her mouth, which daily tries on those new sounds for size and can make her sisters laugh by uttering the tiny noise “Da”.

She’s just perfection personified – and I made her. I made that – she is my creation. I mean, together with Simon of course, there is something exhilarating about being able to spend my time just absorbing everything that is her and feeling how much I genuinely and endlessly and unconditionally I love her. I remember doing this with all my babies. I still do at times. I sometimes sneak in and just look at them while they sleep and just admire my masterpieces.

I know not everyone will see them the way I do, and that is okay. After all, art is subjective.

Is parenthood all sunshine and rainbows and unicorns dancing on a field of roses? Definitely not. It’s more like a pony with an ice cream cone stuck to his head and glitter splashes everywhere (so.much.glitter) hopping around on a Lego covered floor, and although the forecast might show sunshine, clouds are looming and the rain might show up again today. But you know what? Ponies are cute🤷🏼‍♀️ And rain will make the flowers grow🤷🏼‍♀️

(tell me which Andrew Lloyd Webber musical that is from Fam)



I just needed to write

Do you just suddenly feel the need to write? Like you just have to sit down and get those words out of your system, even though they may not even make sense once they have made their wriggly way down on to some sort of paper – but you need to let it all just flow? Yeah, me too.
And I have been needing it for a while. It has been a whole month since I last posted something and I felt like I couldn’t wait any longer. I’m not sure what to write, but I will do so regardless.
Maybe it’s because the last month has been filled with so much that I just needed to breathe out… through words…
It has been a whirlwind that’s for sure. I’ve been seeing shows with friends, having lunch dates, trying to go through the massive amount of stuff we have accumulated through the years, and life has been busy as ever. In a good way. Simon was gone for a week – came home – and now he is gone again. We are now waiting for my brother to arrive, before we all travel back to the motherland in a mere three weeks.
Maybe it’s because I’ve finished uni for the term and as much as I love studying I had chosen a unit which did nothing but annoy and irritate me – and I just couldn’t get with the content. Turns out that I in fact managed to get a D, something that is way out of my expectations and although it’s a great score, I feel it’s undeserved, and although I should be proud, I don’t feel I actually learned anything – and I don’t want to fake my way through uni. The whole debacle just didn’t make me want to write anything for ages. I’ve changed my next unit to another Linguistics one which actually excites me, so that makes me happy at least.
Maybe it’s because I have been feeling so loved lately. We had a farewell party on the weekend, which was so much fun and with so many beautiful people who surprised us with songs and presents and it made me cry the happiest of sad tears there ever was – and even the people who were unable to make it have tried to make the effort to see me to say goodbye because they were sad they couldn’t make it – and I just know that my whole life in Oz have been made so much better by having these people in my life. And all that love just makes me endlessly happy and yet so, so sad.
Maybe it’s because moving away just stirs up so many feelings in general. And although I’m not sure exactly which words to use or how to explain things – I know I just need to jot some down for a bit.
I talk to my mum and her voice just has this happiness in it. She’s been waiting for us to come back for so long, and being able to give her this will mean the world to us both. I know for a fact there are plenty of people just sitting at the edge of their chair, counting down the days and just waiting, waiting.
As for the first thing I’ll do when I get there? Except for hugging and probably crying a little bit?
Hike. I am blessed with living at the foot of a mountain with pretty decent views once we get up there and I am bringing at least one kid with me up there to show them their new home. Prepare yourself for some good looking instagram posts with an aerial view of the place I was born and raised.

I think I never expected to leave Australia with so much to return to. I recall being back in Adelaide after living in NSW and walking through the actual city. We’d come back on holidays but I’d never taken the time to go to the city, and this time it felt like it was mine. My city. I hope Adelaide is okay with me calling her mine. We’ve had our ups and downs, but I think I love her like my sister. I know when we come back here I’ll want and need to spend some time with her – probably not ALL my time, but a fair amout. And I’ll tell her that I’ve missed her.

I don’t know what to write, really. But it looks like I’ve done some anyway.


Wow. Sometimes the breaths that you try to take just can’t get deep enough.

Simon had to stay in hospital yesterday (don’t worry, nothing serious) so I’ve been by myself – which of course I am used to. But I got up at 4am to get started on the day yesterday getting the kids ready and lunches packed before dropping Him off in the city in time to be back at school in time – having a few things to achieve but ending up with a stage-five clingy baby instead. I love the cuddles and she was happy – I just had so much to do!

Then off to pick up the others, back home to cook a quick dinner and for them all to eat it as quick as can be (which is trying even at the best of times) and out the door again less than an hour after we came back in. Off to the city for violin – all roads had car crashes somehow, but we made it in time – onwards for a quick visit for the girls to see their dad – then home. I had very much planned to fall into a heap and crawl under the covers once the girls were inevitably asleep, and one, two, three of them went down a treat but by none the stage five clinger was still awake and wanting to be in my arms. After several attempts I gave up and went downstairs and tried to write on my essay.

Aria wanted to help though, so there wasn’t much use, and when she was finally asleep and I could also rest it was way past 10pm. As soon as my head hit the pillow I was out…. until Melodies alarm started going off alerting me she was going urgently low. Back up I go to wake her and feed her and stay up for a while to see her levels go up, but I was woken up four or five times by the same alarm. Her body was having a rough night and so was I meant to apparently. I’m flying out to Sydney tomorrow morning which means another early morning for us – packinh bags and hopefully finishing off My assignment before I go to bed….

So now breakfast is served on a table outside to try catch My breath… no rest for the wicked😂



2 down – an unknown number to go

One of the difficult things about the way we are moving now, is that we can’t just spend the last week chucking everything into boxes, put them in a truck and then unpack once we are there, like we have the other times.
This time, we are moving overseas obviously, and we have decided not to bring our life with us. There are a few reasons for this. Firstly, we are not moving straight into a house of our own – we are going to be staying in my childhood home for a bit (and obviously, theres a couple people already living there…). It is not a very big house, so imagine if we were bringing not only the six of us, but all our gear as well? We would have to store it over there somehow for an indefinite amount of time and then fit it all in and… yeah nah, doesn’t work.
Then of course is the reason that our stuff really isn’t worth moving. Our furniture has been lovingly used by all kids and all the various fluids and dirt they bring with them – it doesn’t matter how much the couch covers can be washed and how clean we can make it, there’s no need to bring that sort of stuff over there. And the same goes for most of our things. Certain items hold more of a sentimental value to us, so we will just store some of it, but we won’t be able to bring it all over there anyway. We did check to see how much it would cost, and it just can’t be justified anyway.
We have decided that we don’t want to pay for storage, and we will use our shed here to store whatever we will keep. Which means we can’t keep much. It turns out to be really good for us, because we’ve never been good at chucking out all the useless stuff, but it has at least made us able to see how much junk we collect. I am currently the proud owner of at least five large rubbish bags on their way to charity, a few bags of stuff going to live with other families, one full box of things we hope to bring to Norway (but probably won’t happen this round) and one almost full box of stuff to be stored here. This is before I’ve even started the kitchen and gotten around to the kids toys. While looking for one of our suitcases, I stumbled upon a whole bag full of babyclothes in the size just before Arias, that she’s missed out on using because we really just have too. much. stuff.
It feels good though, to get rid of heaps. I think I could still be slightly more ruthless, but give me a break. I have had at least two full big boxes of rubbish, and there will surely be quite a lot more to come.
Today I fully packed suitcase number two. I have been going through the kids clothing and let them choose what to bring to Norway and what to keep. I just had to start somewhere and minimise the work I am doing. They’ve all been co-operative, and although I’ve made some executive decisions, they pretty much understand and choose the best clothes. This does mean they are left with the daggiest, ‘probably too small’, sometimes stained clothes to be worn for the next few months, but really – who cares. I have to do less laundry – and I got to tick a few boxes. Two full bags already ready to come with us, and I’m not unpacking them now. Hopefully we get to purchase some extra bags for the flight over otherwise we are pretty screwed:)
It’s exhausting thinking of how much we need to do and realising how much stuff we really have. I feel like I haven’t even scraped the surface yet, although all I see is bags and bags off to the op shop and off to someone else. Furniture and bigger items are being sold or given away, and I wouldn’t be surprised if we end up sleeping on the floor by the end of this. But that is just what it is.
Please keep me in your thoughts as I go through all this mess – I might need a fair bit of coffee…

(But it makes it all okay when I know I am going to this place: (photo lovingly stolen from so this is definitely not my pic, I just needed to show ya’ll the beauty so you will come visit🤷🏼‍♀️))


I suppose it’s time

If you had any idea how many times I’ve tried to write this exact post you probably would appreciate it much more than you will.
It’s so hard when something you feel so strongly and deep in your heart needs to be said – but every time I try it just fails to pack that punch I so desperately need it to. I’m not sure where to start, because if I start at the beginning, it ends up being a thesis worthy of any masters degree, but if I extract the more important pieces I end up missing important stuff so I feel like people will not quite understand – and I may even confuse them and even worse; hurting people with my words. So I’ve ended up here. After countless attempts of trying to get my feelings down on (virtual) paper, this is where it’s at. It’s time to come clean.
For those who haven’t yet deciphered it, for those who I haven’t been face to face with and for those who I for some reason haven’t told yet – The Inevitable Time for us to set sail has come.
We always knew it was going to happen – it was always a part of our plan. We have actually ended up staying maybe even twice as long as originally intended. But now it is time.
And it sucks. For some reasons it really really sucks – and it is the same reason why it is actually really awesome. Confused? I’ll explain.
You see, moving to Australia was always meant to be temporary. This is why I didn’t make a single friend the first year in Adelaide. This is why, when we moved to NSW, I never bothered investing myself in the beautiful people I met there. And I really, truly did. Some of those people hold a dear and meaningful place in my heart and desperately hope I get to see many of them again. BUT. It took me far too long before I even let myself connect. It wasn’t until the last year that I really decided to go with it – and by then it was nearly too late. And by then I had had what I call ‘the terrible years’. I call them that now, because at the time I was blissfully unaware of the state I was in. I didn’t realise that I was actually unhappy. Yes, I had Simon and Melodie and we had two gorgeous babies while over there – and the location was just absolutely stunning. Still, it wasn’t enough. Had I started earlier maybe, realising that I needed to establish something – I don’t know. What I do know is I cried a fair few tears on our way back to Adelaide. I left something I had finally made over there – and was on my way back to ‘Badelaide’, where there was absolutely nothing. I was ready to leave asap.
The first year back in Adelaide I kinda existed in that bubble again. Where I wasn’t keen on connecting. When Melodie started school I did end up meeting school parents – but I knew we were on our way out of the country again, and although I connected, I was never quite ‘there.’ I still didn’t like Adelaide, and knew that once we were leaving I wouldn’t even bother looking back. This is the point where I would be ready to leave Australia as an eyesore in my history, as the bi-chapter that I never wanted to ever read again. The prologue to our new beginning that everyone skips. I was ready to ‘bye felicia’ all of Adelaide and go back to my real friends and real family. Then life turned. I decided to audition for another musical – and doing that, life finally made sense again. Simon went to America for a few months, I went to Norway with the kids, and started my studies at the same time. My whole Australia experience was somehow re-set, and I was suddenly excited! Adelaide had something to offer, and the negatives, although still there, were easy to shove into a corner and not deal with because I had all these new experiences! So the second (and others)  show I got to do in Adelaide, after the first kick-starter, really just cemented things for me. I ended up forging some really amazing friendships, I met some people who lifted my spirits just by being there, and I somehow managed to find my own little Adelaide family in all of that. Adelaide, who I was so quick to pounce on and judge, suddenly became my little oasis. This is where my Australia story truly lies. This is where, mostly through theatre, I can say I have truly lived.

It is now, with a cracked heart, I have to leave that behind. There is no doubt in my mind that what lies ahead for us is absolutely amazing, and I know I don’t have to look for happiness in Norway – because it is already there! The abundance of love and care that already exists in Noway, which I don’t have to search for or beg for or even ask for, will be right at our feet. There are people literally pacing the floors awaiting our arrival – and that humbles me and fills me with an immense amount of joy.
Still. Having to take something as beautiful as the community here that have taught me so much, accepted me – flaws and all, and taken care of our family as if we were there own, and leave it behind still majorly sucks. I wish I could just combine all of it and move to a remote town in Spain and live happily ever after. Then the pizza can be served whole.

You may think it sounds absolutely crazy, but the fact that this crushes a little part of me is exactly why it is also great. Imagine spending 8 years of your life living somewhere and hating it. Imagine having wasted those years being unhappy. I am so glad I can walk out of here saying ‘Australia, we will definitely be back – I love you’ – because the story was quite so a few years ago. Now I get to miss you and think of you and plan when I get to see you again. And if, for some reason Norway turns out not to be the right fit for our family, we actually have something to come back to.


*tiny disclaimer – I have obviously gotten married and had lots of  kids, and these things have been very joyous and exciting for us, that is not what this is about at all… just in case you didn’t get that:)*

You made me cry

This last week has been an emotional ride for me. We finished up Chitty Chitty Bang Bang last Saturday night and as usual I was in tears before the final show had even started. Everyone knows I cry, but luckily I am a pro so I don’t think it would have been visible on stage! Even still, saying goodbye and packing up our stuff and go to the afterparty, I spent the whole day with my heart in my throat ready to burst out into tears, so when people said certain things or looked at me in a certain way it was very hard to hold back.
I just love those people so much, man. And being on such an intense journey and working so hard together and creating something so spectacular makes us close in a way it’s impossible to imagine being with anyone else. And although it may feel different at the time, it’s after – when everything suddenly falls silent and you find yourself surrounded by everything other than that crowd of amazing people – that’s when the post-show blues suddenly kicks in. And it sucks, man.

And here I go thinking that would be the only struggle I would have this week. Then Sunday night Aria gets sick. Like the first time she has ever been sick for real. People who get to hang out with her will all vouch for the fact that she is a very content little baby and crying just rarely occurs in general, so when she cried for ages and wouldn’t settle Sunday night I knew there was something wrong. We found out she had stomach cramps, and although we gave her something for the pain, she wouldn’t stop crying. I just held her and cuddled her and stayed up with her – and I cried. You know, being a mum can really suck in that way. Seeing that little person you love and care for more than yourself – the tiny human you are fully responsible for suffer, and knowing there is nothing I can do – knowing I would take all that pain upon myself if I could just cracked me. As she was sitting exhausted in my lap, her face all puffy from all the crying, I still praised myself lucky that this is all we’ve had to endure with our kids. (Well, except diabetic related stuff, but that’s a different story:)) We’ve never had to deal with long-lasting pain and suffering in them. Even when Sophia needed her thumb stitched back on she was happy as the next day and no bad words to say about it. Still, here I was sitting, in bed with my baby nestled in, hanging off my tummy, trusting me with her life, which, for her probably seemed as if it was ending or something. And I couldn’t stop myself from crying. Luckily, she was all better the next day and has been fine since!

You’d think that two-three days of crying would be enough for a week, right? But then other family members made it their mission to try again.
Monday morning the kids went back to school after the holidays and Ricky was going back to Kindy. Now, when it finished before their time off, she suddenly had meltdowns and didn’t want to go. I am a firm believer that unless there is an actual reason (safety or bullying or something we can’t immediately fix) that going to Kindy is the best thing for her. Ricky is normally one of the happiest kids alive, and starts the morning with a smile – without fail. For her to suddenly turn and not wanting to go was very strange and out of character for her. I figured it had been a long term and it was all fairly new and the holidays would do her good. We talked about going back and she had a couple of ‘I don’t want to go’-s and ‘But I’ll miss you’-s but we all agreed she was going back still. I even wrote her name on Melodie and Sophia’s hands to remind them to go over and check on her in their free time because that seemed to help her. All was good until we walk in and she stops dead in her tracks. She didn’t want to go. She did come, but reluctantly. As soon as we were inside, she wouldn’t leave me, and was hanging on to my leg. We sat down to read a few books and she was literally on top of me the whole time. And on this day, her main teacher wasn’t even there! We found one of the most regular teachers and I told her about her sadness, Ricky hanging on tighter than ever, and I could just feel her sadness seeping through my bones as I discussed the situation. As I bent down to talk to her again, Ricky had tears in her eyes, and she looked at me with such fear and tears in her eyes that I really wanted to just pick her up and run home with me. I knew we had to stick it out and made the agreement that if she was still unhappy in a few hours I could come back and get her, remembering again how fortunate we are to have that opportunity.
As I left her behind sitting on her teachers lap, cuddling up to her now, I couldn’t stop my tears from streaming down my face again. I know deep in my heart that that Kindy is amazing and lovely and that she needs to be there to learn and develop and that those teachers are nothing but fantastic – yet I swore that if this continues she will just not go anymore. Luckily she ended up having a great day, and only ended up teary once. Her sisters walked over to see her and they played side by side and she loved feeling like they were there for her. The next day she had no issues at all, and although the hug she gave me was slightly longer than usual, she sat down next to her friends all happy and ready to go! My mother-heart exploded and I got to walk out all teary again, only this time with proud tears.
Add to all that the fact that there’s a snapchat group full of people from Chitty so there’s this constant reminder of all these people I don’t get to hang out with again, it’s been an emotional week. (I mean, I know the reasons for my sadness is quite shallow, and some people have more real reasons to cry – still, I can’t help it!)

Back with a bang?

It has been so quiet here on my blog for a very long time, and I’ve had people asking me when I will start writing again. Aside from the fact that I have been busy with Uni and doing a show, and just life in general, I think I have lost some of that want to write. I still write mostly every day, but I know that a part of me thinks that I need to be amazing in order to justify doing it.

For every passing day and for every time I sit down to write something, I feel like I need to ‘comeback’ with something great. I need to write something that will make people nod in agreement or feel deeply or go ‘Wow, this is a great piece!’ I have been feeling like it just isn’t enough to just ease back in with a post about our day and a picture of my baby eating banana. I need to be back with a bang!

Because I have been writing. Long pieces of stuff that I have been trying to tell for ages. Lots of words on these digital documents – just waiting to be edited an published. But it only gets that far. I either write too much – or too personal – or I get sidetracked and it ends up being about something completely different and then I’m not happy about it. I wonder whether I should just post some of the poetry I’ve made or whether I should go back to what I started out with. I end up putting way too much thought into it and it all just fizzles out… This used to be a place where I would just write, well, anything! A recipe here, a weekly report here – some deep and meaningful stuff there. Now, it seems as if I have needed to redefine my writing.

But I have finally come to the conclusion that I don’t need to. I can continue with this being my own space. Posting a whole lot of pictures of the kids going for a hike in the hills followed by some poems after I’ve shared my favourite music. I have nothing to prove, I have nowhere to hide. I’m coming back.

This is not a bang. This is not something for people to be wowed by. This is just me – sharing my life again – and you’re welcome to partake:)

(And I’ll just chuck in some pics of these kids:))

Xxx, Line

The post where I’m just rambling on about writing and also sharing a little secret

I have, so many times, said that I write because I need to. One of the ways I write is through this blog which, admittedly, has been sorely neglected this year and I am hoping to get back into it.
I write through different media. I sometimes write it all in my head and it never make it out on any paper, digitally or physically. Sometimes it is just a few lines on a piece of paper that happens to get thrown out with the rubbish clean-up that day. Sometimes it is elaborate, almost artistic lists. Sometimes it’s through making up stories and songs with the kids and a lot of the time, what I ‘write’ never gets actually written.
At school, I would always get excellent grades on my essays. It was always harder to stick to the facts – but once I was able to write whatever I wanted I was set. I do think I could do with a creative writing course because I have a bunch of stories in my head that I think need to come out somehow – even if it’s just to clear up space.
I always write much more and better when my head is a mess, though. I know some people need to seek out the quiet and tranquil to ease their mind and dig out the stories, but I am much more creative sitting around in my own little chaos. I also have so much more to say when I am upset – as many people are. The more upset I am, the more I write – and the more I write, the less upset I’ll be. It’s the circle of life for me.

I will let you in on a little secret though, and I don’t know if many expect this of me – but I am currently writing my own musical. I know, I know – it’s not a very common thing to be scribbling on about, but I have had this evolving story in my head for almost six years now, and over the course of these years, the story has slowly made its way from my head into a physical – actually saved it somewhere – space. Not all of it of course, but I still know the story. I have written a few of the songs (are they ready? Definitely not) – the storyline is pretty much there, and I have the list of characters in the show clear – and although the plot is fairly simple and I don’t write music – I still have a dream of finalising it sometime next year. It is in Norwegian, but if I can write it in Norwegian first, I can translate it to English later.
I don’t know what the process behind writing something like this is, but at least I am learning. And I may write it, even get someone to help me with the music – and then it ends up being just that – something I made. But still, it will be something I made and for me, that will be entirely and utterly amazing!

My efforts here will hopefully be better in the coming weeks, I want to do it and show more of what we have done this year so far, but I am making no promises!:)
(also, I think It’s about time we upgraded this header, right?)


The thing that sucks, though


One of the things we end up teaching our children is things such as work ethics, and morale and to work hard for what they want, to persist and keep trying and the fact that there will be a reward in the end is meant to motivate them and keep their spirits up and make them want to become even better and invest even more time and effort into the things they like because if you have a passion you should persue it and work on it. So your kids do their homework and sit still in class and hope that there will be a reward at the end of it. And then you have the disppointment when they learn their efforts and hard work and decency means nothing because at the end of the day it’s just a luck of the draw. Or the teacher might hate your guts. Or you look a bit funny or your name is hard to pronounce or you said something wrong one time because you were upset and that stuck forever.
Melodie, my eldest, has never won a yard award. At her school, the teachers who are on duty will write down the name of someone who is doing something good while they are playing outside and get to be in the running for a yard award. I can tell you now, that those who know Melodie knows she deserves one. She started a club with her best friend where the sole purpose is to look for people without anyone to play with – and ask them to play. She picks up rubbish in the yard and puts it in her lunchbox (hers is rubbish free) so we can put it in the bin. She comforts kids that have fallen and get them wet paper towels to put on their hurt. She is a fricking good kid, that one. Her heart is as big as the sun and deserves all the awards in the world, but this is one she won’t get. I told her about how – unfortunately – it doesn’t matter that she has her name in there ten times, as long as number eleven gets picked out. I told her that sometimes the world is bloody unfair (when last time a kid I saw kicking someone the day before got the award) – but that we still need to put in an effort and we still need to work our hardest. She understands, but I don’t think she likes it.

It doesn’t stop with kids though. The last few months have shown me exactly that. I always hoped that the older we’d grow the less we’d participate in a popularity contest and our efforts and values were worth more than your looks or age.
It really does suck when we put in all the effort. When we do our homework, help others, make ourselves available and offer ourselves up, do all the extra and give it our all. We can show up each and every time and make it our main priority. We can be strong and good and feel like we are nailing it at life – but then it turns out that nothing comes of it. It turns out that in the end, your face, your size, your popularity or who knows what else is all that matters. It doesn’t matter that others appreciate the efforts you put in when those in charge couldn’t care less about it. Your co-workers might love your presentation, but unless your boss stops hating your guts you’re never going to get that promotion.
It is a horrible feeling when you’ve been good at something in some peoples’ eyes but for others’ there is not even a place in the background.

It’s terrible when one day you feel wanted and special but the next you’re standing in the wings watching life pass by – thinking of all the things you could have done instead of the efforts wasted on the one thing you wanted to do. It is heart-breaking when the creeping feeling of self-doubt and loss of self-worth comes dawning on you – and the reflection that used to show someone confident and self-loving is now the image of unsurety and insecurity. Thinking back to what you said or did or lost or how you could have…

Knowing that it probably wouldn’t have mattered. If you had tried a bit harder. Hugged some more people. Loved a little extra. Laughed a bit further. Read the words again and again. Sure that it wouldn’t have made a difference – the story was already written and you never had a chance because sometimes it doesn’t matter how much you put in. It really doesn’t. If they hate your guts they hate your guts.
The thing is though, for me, and hopefully for my children as well, I will never actually stop. I will never give up. I will still be the one who sits up at night with the homework trying to perfect everything – as if it matters – even if I end up being a bench-warmer.

It’s funny though, how this has been a theme for me in life. Good enough, but never good enough for the ones who makes the decisions.

She’s already someone

Isn’t it odd, that someone can be so little, yet she’s already shaping into a person of her own? I mean, she’s my fourth, I should be used to this by now, but it still amazes me!

Like the fact that she will lie outside in her pram and just look up at the trees. We pick her up, and her eyes will search for the green leaves she used to have hanging over her. Like her own, natural mobile. Trees, in her opinion, are amazing. I can’t wait to take her for proper walks through the forest so she can explore all the trees by herself.

Then, she loves her dogs. A few of her toys are dogs – for no reason, and it was certainly not planned. But the dogs are kinda her favourites. Weirdly, to a small child, it is just colourful things, but the rest of us can see they’re dogs. And she loves them! Along with her sloth:) She’s my child in that way!

And she has this intense look. As if she’s checking you or something out. Half-squinting and half-pouting. Like a grandmother figuring out whether she likes her grandchilds’ new haircut. Or as if you just said something odd and she’s trying to decide whether she is angry or impressed. Like she is silently judging, but perhaps you deserved it?

All of my kids have been incredible sleepers, but this one takes the cake. She will definitely sleep anywhere, on anything, to any noise. I mean, she does love her blankelet cozied up next to her face for that ultimate, all night long sleep, but any other time, she will just close her eyes. Remarkable. The others needed at least some stimulation at this point in their lives. We are lucky!

She hugs! Most of the time, we’ll hold her, and her back is arched and torso twisted around so she can see as much as baby-ly possible – she doesn’t want to miss a thing. But then she can turn around and just give us a hug. Particularly after a bottle – still wide awake, so it’s not a cuddle-before-bed thing, and she will just give one – as if it’s a thank you hug❤️

l our kids have had weird nicknames since they were little, without much meaning. Aria is now Tink, as of this year. She thinks so much, we reckon, so but think is too 'much word' to bea name – Tink is just right:)

Weirdly enough I can also go on forever about her now, who knew there'd be so much material when she's only been around for a split second??

I love her though, keep giving me this, Tink😘



I’ll always return to the sea

Religiously, I have always been a bit different. I consider myself non-religious – an agnostic – but that is not completely true. You see, I’ve always had a deep and sincere respect and feeling of belonging for the powers of nature, and I often find myself trying to find peace by talking to the sky, the sun and the sea.

Nature has the power to give us life, to fuel us with energy, give us light and life – but at the same time she has the ability to cause such an intense destruction that we all must be careful to respect her. I know that today, I am not doing nearly enough to preserve what we have, but I know I have gotten better. Still, I can do more.

The sea is what gets me though. I have a Pocahontas-esque relationship to that deep, dark, salty body of fluid that surrounds all of us.

I still remember the longest time I have spent away from the sea, and in hindsight, it was a bit of torture. I do believe part of the reason for my misery was just that – I was positioned such a distance away from anything resembling waves and currents and it just didn’t feel right. I just didn’t know it. Living in Mildura and Robinvale at the time, I would seek the river on so many occasions, but I couldn’t get myself to love it. Yes, it was water, and yes, it had dangers and mysteries and some people absolutely loved it, but me? To me, it was just that; water running from one place that would eventually end up as the sea. Like an ocean-infant. I swam in it, sat by it, talked to it, but conveying my thoughts and spilling out my heart to this moving waterway never felt as soothing and calming as the changing tide and the waves crashing.

I didn’t know it, of course. I didn’t know how important the deep blue was for me. All my life I’d been surrounded by it – grown up by it, born only a few hundred meters from it. I would be able to take in its saline scent almost every single day of my childhood, only briefly interrupted by inland escapades. Many parts of my family made and still make their living based on the seas’ mere existence, my hometown was founded on the very same thing – the need for travelling across the large pool of mysterious body of water. And it wasn’t until I was far removed for some time, and then returned, that I realised I had missed it so. It wasn’t until I hopped on the tram on my first day in Adelaide and travelled down to the bay to walk out onto the jetty and was yet again able to communicate to her, that I knew I was back home again – together with the ocean. I made a promise to myself, that night, that I would never go that long before I go to see her again. She’s my biggest confidant, I share my husband and my children with her, and she calms me more than any drug or human could ever do. The sheer fact that she has the ability to, together with her friends; the other elements of the world, cause an insane amount of destruction only gives me more reason to have this on the brink of religious – spiritual – connection.

When we lived interstate, and was given a house mere meters from the shore, it was bliss. Yes, we were posted far away from all family and all the things that were known to us, but our relationship and family was thriving and growing, and I believe; much to the success of the ocean. Being able to visit every day and take in that ocean breeze caused our otherwise drama-filled living to reach a level of peace and tranquility we would never have reached without it. I am forever grateful for the sea and what she has given me.

Nothing calms me more than staring into the deep, dark unknown, and when there’s a storm surrounding me, I will always come back, to re-set and to refocus my thoughts.

I guess you could say I’m a bit religious after all.



Things I want my children to know

I am on holidays, and even though I have an assignment due, I made the mistake of downloading the Pinterest app again. If you already know about Pinterest you probably understand why it was deleted all the other times (probably five-ish).

Pinterest has lots of awesome ideas, however many of them only end up as inspiration, not necessarily guidelines. The last few days, it has showed me lots of resources about children – how to speak to them when they are upset, how to change the way we speak to them and many great ideas for them to help themselves too.

Now, there was one about manners, and what they should have learnt at certain ages etc, and although I agreed with most of the points, some of them were too contradictory and too much bull in my opinion.

It made me think though. I decided I’ll make a list over things I want my children to learn. Manners are great, and always great to be reminded of how we act and show respect, but my list is mostly about other life skills. I’m starting out with some things:

5 Things I want my children to learn before they turn ten:

1: How to pitch a tent or otherwise make shelter

We do go camping occasionally, but our tent is so big it needs a brain surgeon to get it up, it’s not quite the best way to learn. We do have smaller tents, and for them to know how to pitch them will be great! I also think that teaching them how to create shelter in nature when they have nothing else would be helpful. I used to be a Girl Scout, so I have a fair idea of how to do it, but If I were never shown, I wouldn’t have a clue! I also know how to create shelter in snow, but somehow I feel we need to work on that a bit later on:)

2: How to cook!

I’ve already started planning this for this year. I want the kids to know how to cook 20 things before they’re ten. Obviously, that doesn’t mean three course meals. If I can get five things taught every year from five, they’ll be pretty good by that stage. Melodie wants to learn her favourites first, and Sophia wants to learn how to make cake. So we will see how we go:)

3: How to start a fire 🔥

Growing up in Norway, we always had a fireplace. One of the jobs we had as kids, were fetching the firewood. Then an adult would start the fire. I can’t remember how old I was when I tried it for myself, but I’m pretty sure an 8-9 year old can learn how to do it. Obviously in Australia we don’t have a fireplace that we’ll light up for three quarters of the year, but we can make outdoor fires! As most people know, we can’t just throw a match at some sticks to create flames, and it does take some skill. I’m not going to start teaching them about running two sticks together just yet, but maybe that’s for the next bracket?

4: How to read music.

At least as much as I can! I don’t need them to know how to pitch a perfect C or hear any note and know which one it is, but I do want them to be able to read it out from sheet music and tell me which notes they are. I realise this is a ‘life skill’ that many people would see as unimportant, but to me, music is one of the most important things we have been gifted with, and having some music skills is awesome!

5: Most household chores:

Man, the amount of people who end up moving away from home with no household competence is astounding. I don’t need them to like it. I don’t need them to be great at it. But I do need them to learn how to vacuum, clean the floors, change their sheets and do the laundry. I do need them to know how to clean the toilets, fold their clothes and do the dishes. They are well on their way to knowing many of these, thank goodness, but they’re not ‘moving-out’ – ready just yet:)

What’s a life skill you think I should add to this list?

I think I’ll end up coming up with lots more things soon, but this is good enough for now:)



New Year – new goals?

Been thinking about New Years resolutions lately, and yesterday I went out to town with my friends, and throughout the night I was prompted to think about this a few times, and I think by now I’ve come up with some good ones.

I like to come up with something, but I try to do it so it is actually achievable, and make it generic enough so that I can tweak it a little. Can’t remember what I said last year, but personally, this has been one of my best years so far, so whether I’ve stuck to it or not, it’s been pretty good.

Here it goes:

1 – Call More People

You see, I have been blessed with a whole bunch of people who I love and adore and who always stay in my life no matter what, and it’s as if time and space doesn’t really exist, because as we meet again, all is good again. And even if I love that things are like that, I do find myself sometimes just wanting to talk. Facebook Messenger is never enough, yet I rarely pick up the phone to make a call (and people rarely call me either, so it’s not that I am just shitty, we all can be better at this:)) so my goal this year is to make more phone calls. At least once a fortnight! If you want to have a chat, send me your number, because I have probably lost it – this goes for new friends, old friends, family and others who may feel they want to talk to me:)

2 – Give Less Fucks

I mean, we all could do with caring less about what other people think and just go with it, but in my case it is just as much about what I think myself (Because often what I think myself is a construct of what I have been taught by society so by default, it is kinda still about other people). I need to allow myself to do the thing I want and not worrying about it being wrong or right or anything else. Wear the pretty dress on a Tuesday, put on the fancy shoes on a Sunday – Try the new funky hairstyle Right Now!

3 – Give The Compliments.

You ever see someone in public with an awesome new hairdo, or a beautiful dress – or hear someone laugh or smile and it makes you feel good? Or think happy things about your friends or their homes, or kids, or achievements?

We are really good at observing quietly, and I think about the things we observe, we are not always good at giving out compliments!

Unexpected, unsolicited compliments are amazing to receive, and sometimes it can change a persons day, so I will try to be better at throwing them around. People can never be too positive I reckon:D

So that’s mine, what do you think? Do you have any resolutions?



The Christmas Card 2017

What a massive year it has all been, and I am in the process of doing up a cavalcade of photos and events from the year, in three-month bulks (because otherwise it’ll be too long!) – but before then, and now that the house has finished yesterdays big day, as you may all know by now, our official Christmas celebration happened yesterday on Christmas Eve.

We have my sister and her boyfriend here with us this year, so it is a real treat with the majority of the Skingen ladies all gathered in the one house at Christmas, and the girls have been all excited about the Christmas holidays.❤️

The day yesterday was great, but I’ll get back to that later, for now I will leave you all with some gorgeous photos that serve as our Christmas card because they are amazing! (And I couldn’t possibly pick just one!)

(Thank you endlessly to Bec and Nat from Mason Digital for these beautiful photos (there’s heaps more from our photo shoot with the grandparents, but I’ll leave some for another day:)) and for just generally being overall amazing people this year <3)


For all the people posting their Christmas wishes on Facebook, I don’t have enough time in the day to like or comment, but I wish you all truly a wonderful holiday and may all your wishes and more come true!

XX, Line


There’s no Christmas without Pentatonix❤️ I was so lucky to get to see them last year and it was incredible! I probably posted this one last year, but it’s good enough to share again!

(Btw, it’s still the 3rd in Norway, so it counts:) BUT my app isn’t posting scheduled posts so it’s not really helping me with this:/)




Like the previous years I have promised my countdown calendar of Christmas songs is here again! Let’s see how successful I’ll be this year😂 also, many songs will probably be recycled from previous years, but I Do have favourites, so we just have to deal with it:)

Today I’m sharing this one, we have a Norwegian version of it as well, but this goes out to Jade and her family because she told me they love this one:)

I mean. It’s not a common version but the show this comes from is amazing❤️

Just like that

Having four kids means it’s not always easy to be spontaneous. Everything has to be accounted for. Nappy changes, diabetes stuff, food for baby, food or snacks for bigger kids/adults – change of clothing, depending on where we go and what we do, what about dinner? What about bed time? We have to get everyone ready and the more people we are the longer it takes and the more stuff needs to be figured out. We also tend to have our days filled with dancing and choir and other arrangements which means that at the end of the day, it ends up being just the end of the day.

I love it when we have a chance to be spontaneous though. Like today.

Simon went to pick up the girls from school today while I was shopping, and when I came home there was a message from Melodies violin teacher saying it was cancelled today, meaning our evening was open. Sure, the plan was to make lasagne and have a lovely dinner and whatever but we swapped it for an easy, not very healthy stop at Ikea for some quick hot dogs and a few hours at the beach😅

All day had been hot and sticky and being tied up with appointments and nursing a sore throats that’s hung around for over a week all I wanted to do was to jus get out and enjoy the sunshine. When Simon and the girls pulled up in the driveway I told them plans had changed and we all ran around getting changed into bathers and packing some clean undies and towels. We were out on the road before 4 and after our hotdog pitstop we landed at West Beach, my old beach, and all was good in the world.

Nothing beats the smell of saltwater, splashing kids and their excited laughter over the noises of dogs and seagulls while digging your feet into the sand with the water up to your knees. It always helps resetting everything inside me. If things are tense at home or stressful in other ways, the water just fixes things. Maybe we’ll revisit the idea of visiting all the beaches again this summer?

I do have, by the way, lots more to share. I’ve kinda disappear from here for a while, but not to worry, I’m back!



Just wonderful

It’s something about babies, you know. They’re just so… tiny, and gorgeous and cute and adorable and every little face they make, even the scrunched up weird ones make me laugh and smile. Even their cries and whinges and screams seem to make my heart dance and sing.

I mean, the act of growing a baby and making a baby is pretty awesome, but raising a child, being a parent – man, that is pretty spectacular. Being the first one to hold them in the morning and the one they look around for once they hear your voice – it’s priceless.

And then you look at them, and remember that this little child, only days, weeks and months old – is going to be an actual person one day. Sure, they technically are a person since they were born, but while they are so tiny it’s hard to imagine them being teachers or waiters or doctors or bus drivers or whatever they end up doing in their lives. It’s impossible to know what they’ll look like, what interests they are going to have, what their favourite food will be. Will they like books? Tractors? Fairies? Robots? Are they musically inclined? Do they love numbers? Are they athletic? Do they look at the stars at night and imagine themselves amongst them?

Are they going to change the world with their words? Are they going to change the world with their actions? Are they going to be the world for someone else? Are they going to bring joy and happiness to a world of people? Or maybe just to one particular special one?

Or maybe they are not…?

Funny little creatures aren’t they. Those miniature persons who has no choice but to trust the people around them. Trust that they will be fed, clothed, loved and looked after. It is so scary and a privilege to know that we have been chosen to do this job, to be the very few they trust, to be the providers of good. We can’t mess up. We won’t mess up. It is too important.

Funny little people. Babies, with all the potential in the world to be very bit as unique and special as the next person, with so many options and opportunities. It’s scary. With so many privileges, how can they fail? What if they fail? What if they fail, and because they fail, with all their options and opportunities and success stories and everything in the world, what if their failure breaks them?

It’s scary raising children in this environment. I just want them to be little and innocent and know that they can do whatever they want. And it doesn’t have to be grand. Or extraordinary. Or fantastical. But it does need to be enjoyable. And fun. And them. It does need to be worthwhile. And inspiring. And them.

I need them to know that failing is okay. Right now, I look at them, and the excitement of conquering and mastering is massive, but their struggle to get there is he most important. I need to keep reminding them how fun and educational and inspiring failing can be. I need to fail in front of them and show them how to successfully fail.

Funny little creatures aren’t they. Sleeping, one in here, one in there, two over there. Best friends forever, enemies throughout life. But they will be there for each other, as will I. They will conquer fears and succeed in challenges and one day, if they decide to settle, they will start the cycle again.

It’s scary raising children. But it is thrilling and exciting and messed up all the same.

And while they are this tiny, just shy of three months, they are just wonderful.



Eleven Weeks

If you follow my Instagram you might realise it’s mostly pictures of baby Aria the last few months. Understandably, since I take most photos of her, and since she changes more quickly. I will obviously include the others, but she’s just so squishy and snugly and awesome I can’t keep myself from posting!

Today marks eleven weeks since she was born, and it’s crazy, it seems like so much more! But I’m glad it’s not more, I’m glad she is still tiny and adorable – the calm before the storm:)



Wednesday Words

I just recently started reading some poetry blogs. And it has made me write so much more, so much more about all the things I am invested in in life. But it all makes

Me emotional and I cry. And so often I’m not even sure why. So I wrote this. If I end up writing actual good stuff I’ll post it on Wednesdays. If I remember:)



One week down!

School holidays are always either very exciting or very boring, depending on what we end up doing. I always try to plan every day, but in the recent holidays I’ve packed too much in and ended up either stressing too much or get nothing done because it is all too much.

This time I’ve decided to take a different approach. Only a few things were definite plans and quite a lot have been changeable, which has so far proved handy! Other times I have felt like the kids have ‘missed out’ if plans fall apart or change, and that does no good for my own mental health!

Overall, the girls really enjoy playing with each other, the ‘Close in age will pay off after a while!’ mantra we’ve heard and spoken a thousand times is really ringing true. Being able to just tell them to go and entertain themselves and they’ll actually do it is fantastic.

I usually spend a day or so cooking, baking and preparing food for the next term of school, so once we’re back the mornings become less hectic. The truth is that lunch bag packing, however easy I make it for myself, is not nearly the worst offender in the mornings, but knowing I have more than just sandwiches and apples ready for them makes me feel better (and helps me out when I forget/am too lazy to do the shopping!). I am meant to have this day tomorrow, but because I have kept all options open, I have already done a fair bit of preparations and have stacked the freezer with smoothies, quesadillas, ham and cheese scrolls, pre-made filled rolls, polarbrød (a scandi type of flat bread) and paniske roll ups. We are continuing on with cloud jellies, mini quiches, cinnamon scrolls and popcorn balls – which are all planned for tomorrow. We will see how it all goes:) We bought a new secondhand freezer for $25 the other day and I promised Simon I’d fill it up quickly – so far so good!

The girls have had a few playdates, today we had someone ask us to come along to Inflatable world, this massive indoor bouncy castle place with all sorts of inflatable things for the kids to go crazy on. I forgot to take pictures of them though, but they were pretty exhausted! Yesterday they went to see a new fountain nearby, which soaked them, we went home to change, then to a playground that has a water feature as well, so they were soaked yet again. They loved it though, and with the hot weather they wouldn’t have it any other way!

Simon always finds jobs for them to do, and they absolutely do not mind at all, like Saturday when he decided to paint the trailer, here we are, three days later and two showers later, there’s silver paint in their hair and ears still but they had a blast!

One more week to go before school returns! We have zoo plans and beach plans and city plans – fingers crossed they all happen!:)