Monthly Archives: June 2009

The Finns Fly Away: for Sari

And look at the nice job they did! Ah, this is for their mom, Sari, who will be pleased with their effort. It was hard to see them go, but I acted like a cool nordic woman and just sent them on their way. We all agreed, however, that Schwartz hugs a little better than when he first arrived. Brother Benni gets a passing grade on the hugs, and Blueberry sure liked his lap, or maybe it was the snacks he so willingly shared?

The Finns are Leaving

2 fewer biggies in the house as Schwartz and his brother are heading back to their homeland today. It’s been a great year with Schwartz, and a great month with his brother ‘in house’ too. One thing I can always count on is change – and so the family circle changes again – we are grateful for our Finnish family.

This is our last impression of the guys – and I’m afraid to go and look down in the lair. Biggies – they do it all last minute (I hear the vacuum as I type, although take-off is in 20 minutes). I’ll open the window and let it all air out down there before I try to tackle the lingering effect.

Site #29

We ditched site #29 tonight just as a big thunderstorm rolled into camp. We tossed everything we had into the back of the boat, covered it up, and made the short drive home to hot showers and a mosquito-less evening followed by what is going to be sweet sleep on a surface that doesn’t feel like sleeping on cement. Um…what is the attraction to camping anyway? (Thinking……) Ah yes, the pictures tell the story of why camp at site #29 on a hot, humid, buggy, and rainy weekend: First, we had the super pleasure of camping with great families. The pancake breakfast was awesome. The park had a nice cool breeze and the kids mastered all of the slides and climbers. Waffles and Songbird made the perfect fire, assisted by Blueberry. Mr. Silly Pants took all of the wee ones out on the boat and delighted them with some first mate duties, including driving the boat. Clare brought her amazing potato salad to our campsite – with new potatoes fresh out of the garden. I’m hoping showing up with the good coffee and brewing it for the masses gets us solidly in the “cool club” and will include future invites for fun and frivolity. Plus, we really do have to salsa dance around the campfire! Next time, ok? Waffles looks a little worn out 🙂

Dig It!

Guess what showed up in our backyard this morning?
We live on a park; just over the rise of our backyard is a volleyball court. It is a court in a bit of disrepair and we consider it our personal sand box. This morning the “park guys” showed up in all their glory, with kindness to spare, and went to work redigging and refilling the sand in the court. They did a marvelous job. And, they beeped their horns and stopped their machines to give Blueberry a good and close look. How midwest marvelous is that?

Yes it was 8 a.m. – Blueberry was still in p.j.’s and it
happened to be Daddy’s day off, so Blueberry
got to explore in the arms of his main guy!

His Day

A first for both of my beloveds. This Father’s day weekend also involved Blueberry’s first ride out on our boat and his first run through the sprinkler. These are both Daddy’s style. Obviously, Blueberry’s too. My husband moved from a life in which he had given up hope for a child, to a life full of the beaming and bounding energy of his son. It’s a match made for both of them – and for me. We are a family. Happy Father’s Day, Mr. Silly Pants!


Sari – we’re going to miss you.

UPDATE: We do miss you! It won’t be 10 years again, I promise!