Luna will be one year old tomorrow.
I think I’m going to cry.
I don’t remember feeling this way with my first daughter. Luna’s first year has gone by so much more quickly, and I’m not quite ready to give up her babyhood. I feel like it was only yesterday that we were bringing home a tiny newborn. (Speaking of which, it’s probably about time I finished writing her birth story. I don’t know why it’s taken so long – my labor was so fast that I could probably cover it in a paragraph or two.)
Moving on to different subject, there’s another important birthday today: Iceland’s! I don’t intend this blog to be all about pictures! from Iceland!, but hey, it’s Independence Day, so I’m not going to fight it right now. These photos are all from a local farm/museum called Árbæjarsafn, where we went today.
Women wearing the national costume:
A (sort of) close-up of the beautiful embroidery. You can’t buy one of these, you pretty much have to make it yourself.
Icelandic sunshine is BRIGHT:
The Icelandic horse. These guys were really friendly:
This guy…not so much:
This is Raven eating a plant called hundasúra, which Google tells me is called “sheep’s sorrel” in English. It has a sour flavour and she eats it compulsively. Her preschool teachers teach the kids about which wild plants can be eaten. One on hand it’s neat, on the other, it freaks me out a little. Luckily they’re aren’t many toxic plants here, so I guess she’ll be okay.