





:: from the wood house, my brother's garden, and copenhagen zoo ::
a little moment - writings from everyday life
i am not sure how many days it will take me to settle in back home, to sort things and prep the kids for kindergarten. and just in general get myself tuned in to daily life.




this is the house i grew up in. my parents' green and white wood house from 1923. it was built by a swedish carpenter who moved to denmark with his family, and it is full of amazing wood carving details, inside as well as outside. i really love this house.
this is my last day in denmark. i'm sad to leave the family and friends behind, to leave my home. but i am also looking forward to get back home. see, that's the good thing about this: i am always going home.




copenhagen on a nice summer day is the ultimate biking experience. and with toe nails matching my mom's red bike and some flee markets on my route, i had a morning of pure perfection. oh, and yes, i made a few great finds that i have to share with you asap. the theme of my three finds was old wood. and then a pair of rain boots for little D.
i have billions of photos to share, including some of my parents' beautiful white and green wood house, which you can get a glimpse of, up there on the second photo. but so far i have been too busy having vacation to go through photos. i think i might have to get denmark sorted back in israel.
wishing you moments of pure perfection too :)





when my mom was visiting last month, one afternoon we baked. a plain dough which i shaped into animals. J wanted a crocodile mom and baby, N then asked for the crocodile dad. and little D has a thing with elephants, so that's what he got.
later that evening (hence the bad light in the photo) i found them in his room. they had joined the rest of his animal collection on display.
i made this bag with a butterfly print for a dear friend's birthday last month.
what a ride. so far it's been a joy. some bumps, unexpected sudden turns and great surprises.


little D likes the water. but he's younger and smaller than his brothers and the waves are tricky. so he mostly runs at the shore and plays in the sand.


i'm pretty good in playing with the boys. getting in to it. the running, throwing stones, fooling around, getting my hands dirty and hair wet. but dad beats me. he runs faster, jumps higher, throws you higher in to the air. he's stronger and he takes it a little bit further than me.


i think i mentioned it in this post. how D pretty much had the surf board and fishing gear ready for his boys in the delivery room. at the beach or in the water, that's where he loves to be.