We had prepared Sindri by talking about planes, showing him pictures and playing with a toy plane, and ourselves for a very long flight which might bring fear and tears. Well, we got 10 hours of first class inflight entertainment instead. Sindri switched to icelandic time as seated, played, talked, ate, let us know when he needed to go to the toilet and just felt confident. He fell asleep as the plane lowered down approaching Copenhagen after being awake for almost 24 hours straight. We walked quickly between gates, Sindri smiled a the security check, fastened his seatbelt and fell asleep again.

Hjörtur picked us up at Keflavik airport. Sindri was of course really tired and basically sleeping, it was 10pm. Hjalti went to buy bread and eggs while Sindri had a quick look to his room, went to poop and we all went to bed.

We had a quite calm night and the first day was wonderful. I love being at home, playing with my son all day long. He does not seem to be overwhelmed by his new environment at all, he explores, plays, attaches.

He likes the oatmeal i cooked for him this morning, the whole wheat bread with icelandic butter, crisp bread with peanut butter, salmon, sweet potatoes, apples and oranges. He likes smelling our coffee, waves his hand and shakes his head.

He does not like fresh tomatoes (acid) and we do not give him milk. When we catched him we were told that he has been having an upset stomach which has been no problem for none of us.

He amazes me with his motoric skills. He also likes going outside (fresh air – hallelujah) walking on grass, his blocks, Hjaltis old playmobil toys, pinning and hugging us.

He uses fork and spoon or his hands to eat. He likes to have things in order but is not fuzzy. Professionally spoken i have nothing to tell you which would worry me in any matter. But of course i am overwhelmed my my son who calls me mamma.

Regarding the language i can tell you that he understands A LOT. He also uses mamma, pabbi, má (may – as in “may i have”), búin (finished – when done pooing), gjörðu svo vel (as in “you are welcome), takk (thank you), bless or bæ (bye) and mamma hjálpa (momma help) – WITHOUT PROMPTING!

some of these are not in perfectly pronounced but we are talking about an 3 year old here. Regardless from the fact that he had the first contact with us and our language 10 days ago.

Ah, and while he was waiting for his toast to roast this morning he ran and checked for Mjölnir.

Life is sweet. but three of us are even sweeter.

At moments i am waiting for the storm, but when it comes i will be prepared. I will think about that smily face who just came here, telling me “mamma popo” (mamma pissa – needs to go pee).