(Not Quite) Wordless Wednesday

Continuing the recap of the year's excursions, we saw this in September:



...a better look from the side:



Do you think the poor driver got two tickets?

And just in case you're wondering where to avoid breaking traffic rules, here's a hint:



If that made your mouth water in anticipation, hop on the first plane to beautiful Prague in the Czech Republic:

Attached

I looked at the computer clock as I clicked Enter to see that it was 9:03 pm on Friday evening. Then I plonked myself on the couch to continue watching 'Mr. and Mrs. Smith' (yes, the last person in the Universe to see it - and how come no one told me not to bother?).

10 minutes later, the first text message came in. Followed by another, and another and yet another. I checked my emails an hour later, and there were 5 replies. The landline rang at 10:30 pm.

Clearly we'd seriously underpriced the trampoline in the online ad.

The text messages, emails and calls kept coming all weekend long.

Using the 'first come first serve' principle, the trampoline will be picked up this evening. I'm planning on keeping Christopher inside and safely ensconced in the basement, in front of his beloved computer.

The less he knows, the better for him. Judging from the teary drama he put on when I tried to get him to throw out the holey socks he was wearing the other day ("But these are my favourite socks"), I don't know how he'll react if he finds out his trampoline is gone.

Better to just leave him believing it's still safely stored in the garage. It's not like we'll be able to put it up before we leave anyway, what with all the snow that fell yesterday, and more in the forecast for this upcoming week.

But that knot in my tummy? It just grew another few centimeters.

Moving sucks.

Weekend Report

We walked down to town yesterday, which is a good 6 km walk. It was a sunny day, and the boys did pretty well. Only minor whining about tired legs and a few 'are we there yet' disturbed an otherwise perfectly family oriented, healthy outdoor weekend activity.

Giddy with our parental awesomeness and ability to ensure our children's physical well-being and plenty of fresh air and exercise, we promptly treated the boys to McDonald's for lunch.

We wouldn't want to overdo the healthy lifestyle.

Or risk a major culture shock when the boys return to Canada in just a few short weeks.

Old habits die hard, fortunately, and I'm happy to report that the Norwegian chicken nuggets and fries are up to Canadian standards.



Good thing, that - considering the $60 we paid for four combos.

Today, my sister and four of our boys went to see Horton Saves a Who. The young'uns enjoyed it, the older ones gave it a 2.5 out of 10.

My sister and I just watched the minutes tick by. Veeeeeeery slowly.

It was raining and miserable as we came out of the theatre. While driving up towards the house again, we noticed that the cars heading down towards town were covered in white stuff. And sure enough, it was snowing like crazy as we arrived home.

Which pretty much confirms my suspicion that Mother Nature didn't get my memo last week.

So in lieu of something sunny and spring-like to show off, I give you the following:



Is there anything cuter than a baby bum in jeans?

The chip off the old block doesn't fall far from the tree

I went to a parent-teacher conference today, for the B boy.

The news were surprisingly good.

He is where he should be in Norwegian, and not really behind the others. Pretty awesome, considering he didn't speak more than a couple of words of Norwegian 8 months ago, let alone read or wrote the language.

Thrilled to bits by the feedback, I offered to get the boy a reward for working so hard at school.

I figured he'd want a new game for the DS or the PlayStation, or perhaps a night out to the local playland, or maybe even go see a movie.

I was wrong.

As a reward, my boy wants chocolate.

I'm now thinking the B in "B boy" stands for Brilliant.

Cranky

So I cracked open the first bag bright and early this morning, to get started on the monumental task of packing.

The bag's now sitting on the living room floor with one winter coat in it, two toques and four belts.

It took me six hours to get that far.

B boy is downstairs with a couple of buddies making lots of noise. Christopher is there, too, on MSN with some girl from class. They seem happy.

I'm not.

I loathe packing. And I've already pointed out to my husband the injustice of me doing all this work (above mentioned coat, toques and belts), and him doing nothing and being absolutely useless. Twice.

Good times...

Wordless Wednesday

I'm going use the next few WWs as an opportunity to review some of the amazing vistas from the past year. This is a shot of Aurlandsdalen in Norway from last August.

To My Husband

12 years of foolishness and still going strong!

Happy Anniversary!