I'm Baaack!

I'm back! Lots of catching up to do, but 1st a day in the life....

Growing boy 2

Mount Laundry

My growing boy 1

My growing girl 3

Me

Keep posted :)

Snow November 1

I went running this morning. I quite LUV what I saw. Happy November 1st :) 

Bring It On

We are getting our Christmas on. The calendar is filling up with our Christmas activities. The 'Jesus' walk with Aunt Joyce, St Nicks with Nana and Paka, birthday party's, Christmas parties, movies, food....oh lala! My head is whirling! 

This year, setting up the kids tree; 

Angelina - was trying to keep it all organized, and quickly got frustrated with disorder. 

Grace - rediscovered favorite ordemants, and saved some for our real tree coming soon 

Bryan - was awesome helpful with lights, fixing the standing, and hanging beads. 

Klara - often is heard saying "when I was 3...." So as they set up the tree is was "When I was 3.....we put this on the tree!" 

Samuel - the disorder that was driving Angelina crazy. 

So Much to Say

I want to talk about neighbors, and family July 1st parties, and the naturopath, and babies growing so fast my heart jumps for joy and breaks a tiny bit at the same time. I promised garden pics, so that is all I have time for tonight. As I went through this pics I see my garden has grown since last week and I need new pics, but they will come soon, I promise.

For Aunt Lilja:

Happy Fathers Day

Mothers play an important role as the heart of the home, but this in no way lessens the equally important role fathers should play, as head of the home, in nurturing, training, and loving their children.

Ezra Taft Benson

 

It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.

Anne Sexton

Wordy Wednesday

(Wordy Wednesday because I'm a very wordy person, and could never do the wordless Wednesday - but today its pretty simple!)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BAKA!

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Happy Mothers Day, (better late then never)

Mothers and Daughters

by Anonymous

You can see it in their eyes, in tender hugs and long good-byes, a love that only moms and daughters know. You can see it in their smiles, through passing years and changing styles, a friendship that continually seems to grow. You can see it in their lives, the joy each one of them derives, in just knowing that the other one is there... To care and to understand, lend an ear or hold a hand, and to celebrate the memories they share.