Award-Winning

If there were an award for the saddest, most neglected fuchsia in the neighborhood . . . I would get it.

I’m sorry little fuchsia, I don’t know how I let this happen to you . . .

Look who’s not a BABY anymore!

Britta, kicking back with a book in her bouncy seat . . . reminiscing about the good ol’ days of babyhood. Funny girl.

It’s that time of year . . . again . . . already

School started last week and it’s a bittersweet time. Sweet in that I am truly grateful our children love school and learning and that they were so excited to begin a new year. Bitter in that not only is it hard for me to turn over my children to another’s care day after day but  the beginning of each new school year serves as a painful reminder that our children are each one year closer to being out of the nest . . . my nest. And this, my friends, is the saddest of sad thoughts for this Mama Bird. Each year I take photos, give hugs, smile, tell them I love them, wish them a happy day, smile again, and then head for the door *quickly* before the tears come. It’s always a long walk back to the car.

 

 

These two will be in the same class this year. We’ll see how that goes!

These two, being in high school and all, do not fancy their Mama following them to the bus stop with the camera, or to school for that perfect desk shot. So I had to restrain myself. Next week they’ll be starting early morning seminary—which means an earlier start for all of us!

On the upside . . . we’ve been blessed with great schools and wonderful teachers and the beginning of the new school year means that I will get to spend even more one-on-one time with this Cutie-Patootie . . . and that is definitely something to look forward to.

The “Pants Incident” (as referred to by Freja)

This is what happens when you have a cheeky brother named Leif . . .

Points to anyone who could tell that she is wearing her brothers’ underwear . . . several pair of them!

Where in the heck are The Jorgensens?

Last year at this time we had just begun our family trek to the Southwest. It was a fabulous time visiting friends and relatives and enjoying nature’s beauty as we drove across the western states. I remember our trip with such fondness and wish we could do it every year. Dance with me down memory lane . . .

Bonus points awarded to anyone who noticed Eric getting bitten on his backside!

Click  here for our inspiration . . . for both the  impressive dance moves and the shameless conceptual rip-off.  :)  Imitation (no matter how bad) is the ultimate form of flattery, so I am told . . . http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zlfKdbWwruY

David . . . The Unpaid Intern

Lately around our home—usually during chore time—we’ve been hearing the phrase “YOU’RE the Unpaid Intern . . . YOU do the work!” quite often . For some reason it always makes me chuckle .

David has landed an internship, albeit unpaid, this summer with the Snohomish School District ,working on their websites. It’s been challenging and rewarding and he really seems to enjoy it.

I finally asked my kids where this funny phrase came from anyway. They explained to me that it came from a Sponge Bob episode and proceeded to relay it in the best character voices they could muster. “That’s MISTER Dr. Professor Patrick to YOOOOUUUU!!! . . . YOU’RE the Unpaid Intern! YOU do the work!” I REALLY don’t know why I think this is so funny—but  I do.

The scary thing is . . . we don’t even have cable. What would it be like around here if we did!

Mario Kart Love Song

My boys showed me this song weeks ago and I still find myself humming the tune. I, personally, don’t know much at all  about video games but I guess I know enough about Mario Kart to appreciate this clever singer/songwriter. It’s quite sweet, really.  Yes, that IS yarn taped to his face.

My very own Mario Bros.—Mario and Luigi . . . Halloween 2004. Fun Times.