tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39463068825632589572024-03-29T04:29:43.476+01:00live well. love much. laugh often.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger205125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946306882563258957.post-43557982125166964512013-06-26T10:35:00.001+02:002013-06-26T10:35:45.026+02:00Picachu and Harry Potter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So, as you've noticed, we've been absent awhile. Partly because life's been busy, but partly because we haven't had a camera lately. Chris sold his and we haven't gotten around to getting a new one. And when you don't have good pictures to share, blogging isn't as compelling. But, here's some iphone shots of the past little while. </div>
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We are leaving for the USofA in exactly one month from yesterday!!! We are so excited about it. I've been taking a couple classes this past semester, so my focus has been a little distracted, but when I realized yesterday there was only one month left, I started feeling a little giddy! It's supposed to rain here for the next 2 weeks. So, I think we'll be good and ready to leave this crazy, unpredictable Swedish summer weather behind and enjoy a dry, hot, summer in UTAH!!!!</div>
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Easter (yes, kids dress up like cute little witches during Easter's)</div>
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Giving out samples of American Pancakes and Maple Syrup at the local grocery market. </div>
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Annual Secretary Training Meeting in Frankfurt! </div>
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Sofia's gymnastik show</div>
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Birthday Party Fun! </div>
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Emmy knows exactly what Daddy likes (should I be worried that my 3 year old strips every night before falling asleep?! She never has her pajamas on in the morning, and it's not even warm yet?! She's done this for awhile...)</div>
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My exciting new calling...YW!!!!! I love it! </div>
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Our sweet little baby has turned 3!!! I can't believe it! She is such a hilarious little girl and brings a much needed balance to our little family! We love our Emmy!</div>
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It's heart-warming to see. </div></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e3JCgRbCSgs/T0tm3sTq86I/AAAAAAAABOM/4CBtGv5q-jE/s1600/IMG_1735.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e3JCgRbCSgs/T0tm3sTq86I/AAAAAAAABOM/4CBtGv5q-jE/s400/IMG_1735.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713773659222111138" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4GEb2MnxuCI/T0tm3DJAvII/AAAAAAAABOA/_oodIkyvWME/s1600/IMG_1711.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4GEb2MnxuCI/T0tm3DJAvII/AAAAAAAABOA/_oodIkyvWME/s400/IMG_1711.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713773648171547778" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yd9eHUvxd3Q/T0tm2hD6MLI/AAAAAAAABN0/LJtl4ckEiaU/s1600/IMG_1710.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yd9eHUvxd3Q/T0tm2hD6MLI/AAAAAAAABN0/LJtl4ckEiaU/s400/IMG_1710.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713773639023341746" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YCNScMUMILU/T0tm16k1xhI/AAAAAAAABNo/i4pBVZIxhCQ/s1600/IMG_1687.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YCNScMUMILU/T0tm16k1xhI/AAAAAAAABNo/i4pBVZIxhCQ/s400/IMG_1687.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713773628692481554" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EjzMTB9bV30/T0tm1ohVkoI/AAAAAAAABNc/JU_iHt2ntlQ/s1600/IMG_1408.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EjzMTB9bV30/T0tm1ohVkoI/AAAAAAAABNc/JU_iHt2ntlQ/s400/IMG_1408.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713773623845950082" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946306882563258957.post-556164733315766872012-01-11T21:49:00.003+01:002012-01-11T22:40:08.264+01:00Our Christmas :)There are way too many pictures I wanted to share and talk about, but don't have hours to sit in front of the computer to put each one up and describe and explain, so instead you get a slideshow of our past month. <div><br /></div><div>A short synopsis: We had a great Christmas! My sister and two brothers came out and spent 10 relaxing, refreshing days together. Having my family around made me realize how much I love them. Being in a foreign country for so long, I've gotten used to feeling like the "outsider", but every time I get together with my family, it makes me realize once again who I am and where I come from and gives me a sense of belonging that I haven't felt in awhile. They are my roots, my people, they speak my language, share my humor, and it's nice to feel that every now and then!</div><div><br /></div><div>While they were here, we were able to go on to the shark museum, play games, run a 10K, grill hotdogs in the forest, see the fireworks, watch movies, eat ourselves silly, go out for pizza and just plain relax! I loved every minute of it and I will be eternally grateful that they came out here to see us.</div> <div>The first couple nights after they left, Samuel kept saying he missed them so much and would lay awake in his bed crying because of it. Luckily we'll be out there this summer. When they left, it felt more like a see-ya-later, than a good-bye. I love my family dearly and feel lucky that I get to be an Alder!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XCqOMYlbakw/Tw36zt53hfI/AAAAAAAABNI/F9ZFf1xTth0/s400/_DSC3147.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696484870096127474" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px; " /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">ps. not all the pictures in the slideshow are from when they were here. Some are from before and some after. (and sorry I don't have time to explain them all)</div><div><br /></div><div><embed src="http://p.webshots.com/flash/smallslideshow.swf" flashvars="playList=http%3A%2F%2Fcommunity.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2Fmeta%2F582150529rhGism%3Finline%3Dtrue&inlineUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fcommunity.webshots.com%2FinlinePhoto%3FalbumId%3D582150529%26src%3Ds%26referPage%3Dhttp%3A%2F%2Ffamily.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2F582150529rhGism&postRollContent=http%3A%2F%2Fp.webshots.com%2Fflash%2Fws_postroll.swf&shareUrl=http%3A%2F%2Ffamily.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2F582150529rhGism&audio=on&audioVolume=33&autoPlay=false&transitionSpeed=5&startIndex=0&panzoom=on&deployed=true" menu="false" quality="best" width="425" height="384" name="WebshotsSlideshowPlayer" base="http%3A%2F%2Fp.webshots.com%2Fflash%2F" wmode="opaque" allowscriptaccess="always" loop="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http%3A%2F%2Fwww.macromedia.com%2Fgo%2Fgetflashplayer"></embed><br /><br /><a href="http://family.webshots.com/album/582150529rhGism">Christmas2012</a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946306882563258957.post-2591865995467628752011-10-31T23:11:00.004+01:002011-10-31T23:15:42.817+01:00September/October<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7uOoOUk8b5Q/Tq8dlFtxsII/AAAAAAAABMw/BG4YqAqDChE/s1600/IMG_1265.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7uOoOUk8b5Q/Tq8dlFtxsII/AAAAAAAABMw/BG4YqAqDChE/s400/IMG_1265.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669782978909286530" /></a><br />Seriously, I don't know where time goes! Sorry I don't have time to write down and explain things, but a picture is worth a thousand words, right?! So, if you click on the link below, you'll see what's been going on in our lives...Enjoy!<br /><br /><a href="http://family.webshots.com/slideshow/581726659bHVMmi">http://family.webshots.com/slideshow/581726659bHVMmi</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946306882563258957.post-55787885353130396732011-09-07T20:38:00.002+02:002011-09-07T20:41:13.036+02:00Sofia-isms<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">Sofia: Mom, look a snail in the middle of the sidewalk! </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me: Hmm…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sofia: Do you think I should pick it up and kiss it?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me: If you want to, but it looks kind of dirty to me. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sofia: Oh, but I already did kiss it. Should I put him back?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me: Ya, but maybe you should put it back in the grass so no one will step on it. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sofia: Mom, I put him on his back, so he couldn’t move. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me: Why did you do that? </p> <span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US">Sofia: Because he’s a snail, and snails move very slowly and I put him in the grass and if I would’ve put him the right way, he would’ve crawled out back on the road and then if someone came they would step on him because he wouldn’t be able to move so quickly! </span><!--EndFragment--> <div><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; ">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; ">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; ">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; ">~~~~~~</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; ">We had watched a short clip out of a movie where the parents of a one year old baby get in a car accident and leave their child in care of close friends. Samuel was a bit troubled by it.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US"> <p class="MsoNormal">Samuel: But, think mom, if you and dad died…who would take care of us? </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me: Good question. I think Grandma and Grandpa would be good at taking care of you guys. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Samuel: But, they live in America. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me: Ya, that’s right. Maybe you guys would have to move to America. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sofia: (all excited!) Ya, and if you and dad died and we had to move to America to live with Grandma and Grandpa, could we watch a movie on the<span lang="SV" style="mso-ansi-language:SV"> plane?</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SV" style="mso-ansi-language:SV">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SV" style="mso-ansi-language:SV"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal">Me: Sofia, do you hear those church bells? </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sofia: Ya. Is that our church? </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me: No, that’s the church over there. It’s Ida’s church. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sofia: So, does Ida go to church ever? </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me: Sometimes. </p><p class="MsoNormal">Sofia: Why not all the time?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me: Her mommy and daddy just decided that. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sofia: But it’s good to go to church a lot. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me: I think so too. Maybe someday you could invite Ida to come with us. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sofia: No, I don’t think she’d like that. She doesn’t know any of the songs or the people and I don’t think she’d have fun. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me: But, don’t you have fun at church. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sofia: No. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me: Oh, okay. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">After a couple minutes of silence Sofia: How did we start talking about this anyway? </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me: About what? </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sofia: About this with churches?!</p></span><p></p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946306882563258957.post-26309842094448202602011-09-07T20:36:00.003+02:002011-09-07T22:35:09.796+02:00Stories<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">The kids told these stories two years ago. I had written them down, and found them only again today as I was going through old files on the computer. Hilarious! Dripping with personality! </p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">-Samuel Malm-</p><p class="MsoNormal">Once upon a time there were 4 turtles…Leonardo ,Rafael, Donotelo, and Michaelangelo. There were no more turtles. Master Splinter came and there were tons of super heroes. The Ninja Turtles said, ”who are you?” Then they were walking and walking and finally they saw a big balloon and they made a hole and fell in the balloon and couldn’t get out. But then the 4 Ninja Turtles finally climbed out.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Then a dinosaur came when they were walking home. It was a t-rex, so they got all their weapons and killed him. But, all of a sudden there were many t-rex’s and they pushed a rock on top of the turtles and the 4 ninja turtles got their heads hurt. And Michaelangelo said, ”ouch dude, that hurt. I want a pizza. That rock looks like a pizza.” So, he went home and made pizza out of the rock. So, he ate it, but here was poison in the rock, so poison came in him, but he didn’t even die!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Then a stegosaurus dinosaur came and Michalangelo screamed and ran away because he was scared. Then the t-rex came and he ran as fast as he could, but the trex was faster and opened his mouth and almost tasted him, but michealangelo took some rope and tied up his mouth. But, the trex was so strong he broke through it. So, michaelngelo ran fast. Then Donotelo came and Rafael said he would take the mouth and Micahelagelo would tie up his legs up. So they did and they won. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">The End. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p>-Sofia Malm- </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Once upon a time, there was a princess named Wilma because that’s a girl. Then a dinosaur came but it didn’t get the princess because she was at home and the door was locked. So, the dinosaur didn’t ate the princess. And that’s the end.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /><br />(notice there was a dinosaur in sofia's story as well. It's just that Princess Wilma was so smart (her being a girl and all) that she simply went into her house and locked the door. End of story! Hilarious!)<br /></p> <!--EndFragment-->Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946306882563258957.post-489967337673910552011-08-28T23:03:00.002+02:002011-08-28T23:05:19.168+02:00Late 4th of July post<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zvxN5seV5Yg/TlqtWnq9_uI/AAAAAAAABMY/dPGyApz-xjw/s1600/best.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zvxN5seV5Yg/TlqtWnq9_uI/AAAAAAAABMY/dPGyApz-xjw/s400/best.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646015686980271842" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Just thought I'd share this picture of our fam taken on the 4th of July. :) Unfortunately Chris doesn't have an American Flag shirt. We'll have to have Grandma send us one next year! (gotta love Wallmart specials!)</div><div>
<br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946306882563258957.post-16127166549675257582011-08-28T22:54:00.002+02:002011-08-28T23:02:12.640+02:00Midnattsloppet<div>This 10K race weaves in and out of downtown Gothenburg and was the funnest 10K I've ever done. The Midnattsloppet (Midnight Race) started at 10:30pm, pitch black and in the pouring rain! At first the rain was bothersome, but after you're already soaked, you don't really feel it anymore. (I actually thought it had stopped raining until I looked up at the lamp post and saw it coming down faster than ever!) But, running in the rain is so refreshing and cools you right off. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Chris and I are fan's of the 10K run. As soon as it gets hard, it's over. I think I'm gonna stick to running 10K's from now on! No more long, strenuous, tiring, half-marathons! And it was fun doing it together (when I say together, I mean, we were there at the start together and then met up afterwards). There are about 14,000 runners, so it's quite big and is filled with energy the entire way. It was great! We are def. doing it next year! </div><div>
<br /></div><div>After Race Pictures: </div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v_k4TRisVCE/TlqrITXlbfI/AAAAAAAABMQ/cZIe5GgBBuk/s1600/mary.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v_k4TRisVCE/TlqrITXlbfI/AAAAAAAABMQ/cZIe5GgBBuk/s400/mary.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646013241988836850" /></a><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v_k4TRisVCE/TlqrITXlbfI/AAAAAAAABMQ/cZIe5GgBBuk/s1600/mary.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Goal was under 55 min and I got 54. (Next year, under 50) </div><div>
<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D-crS29WHF0/TlqrISgpNaI/AAAAAAAABMI/boEJkd6WOuo/s1600/chris.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D-crS29WHF0/TlqrISgpNaI/AAAAAAAABMI/boEJkd6WOuo/s400/chris.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646013241758397858" /></a></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D-crS29WHF0/TlqrISgpNaI/AAAAAAAABMI/boEJkd6WOuo/s1600/chris.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Chris's goal was under 40min and he got 38! </div><div>
<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uQJ4mjXaGUI/TlqrIBNTcpI/AAAAAAAABMA/nvPCrhQqnOc/s1600/both.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uQJ4mjXaGUI/TlqrIBNTcpI/AAAAAAAABMA/nvPCrhQqnOc/s400/both.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646013237113877138" /></a></div></div><div>(I promise those droplets on my head are rain and not sweat. Don't ask me why you can't see the rain on Chris's forehead.)</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946306882563258957.post-27242152129233211102011-08-25T21:32:00.003+02:002011-08-25T22:29:55.220+02:00Cute little clip we put together yesterday
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<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jSUMtTtBF14">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jSUMtTtBF14</a>
<br />(note: <span style="font-weight: bold;">bussig</span>=silly and <span style="font-weight: bold;">kryp ut</span>=crawled out. Sometimes we speak Swenglish)
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946306882563258957.post-92027344464301723202011-08-17T23:16:00.002+02:002011-08-17T23:28:59.744+02:00Swedish Summer Update3<a href="http://community.webshots.com/slideshow/580739359qolGne"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j3uv4ql8bIo/Tkwv76SO_5I/AAAAAAAABL4/wAQR_X8dPGA/s400/IMG_8053.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641937139492913042" /></a>
<br /><div>(Click on picture to come to slideshow)</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Summer for us is now coming to an end. Chris has started work again this week, after a well deserved 4 week vacation and the kids start school next week. One thing that I love about Sweden is the long vacation you get. Swede's get 6 weeks paid vacation per year. Most take 4 in the summer (the month of July) and 2 during Christmas. It's WONDERFUL!!! This summer was a working-on-the-house summer. Although we didn't go anywhere exciting, we got A LOT done on the house (pictures to come). And the kids enjoyed a relaxed, long, summer. Although, the weather hasn't been all that summery here, every time the sun did shine, we dropped whatever we were doing and headed to the beach or the lake. It never got higher than 80F and is now already back down to high 60'sF! It already feels like Fall out there, which since moving to Sweden has become my new favorite season. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Anyway, here are some more pictures to enjoy. Chris's parents were here for a visit from Salt Lake and we enjoyed getting together with the family a little more often because of that. The second to last night they were here, we enjoyed a wonderful family gathering out on the islands with swimming, grilling, hiking and singing!</div><div>
<br /></div><div>We miss our American family and wish so badly we could've come again this summer. Last summer was all too good. But, we're excited for Aunt Heidi and Uncles Dave and Steve to come out for Christmas!!! </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946306882563258957.post-55170772576583446582011-08-01T23:27:00.002+02:002011-08-01T23:45:47.956+02:00Swedish Summer Update2<a href="http://community.webshots.com/album/580645424jMmEBx?vhost=community"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PGMRs7QYJw4/Tjcbm7Nv5_I/AAAAAAAABLw/JLNhEjkXN_o/s400/IMG_1077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636003814221801458" /></a><br />click on the picture to see a little slideshow of what we've been up to! <div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946306882563258957.post-27487918402220355212011-08-01T21:57:00.003+02:002011-08-01T22:20:24.418+02:00Beginners luck or skill?A couple weeks ago, I had my first opportunity to go fishing. One a Saturday a month and whenever needed, Chris and I work extra as a Personal Assistant to a 68 year old fisherman. He was in a bike accident nearly 10 years ago which left him sitting in a wheel chair, totally paralyzed from his chest down. Obviously it has been adifficult transition for him as his entire life has needed to be readjusted. However, this past spring, he invested in a handicap-friendly motor boat and has been able to be out on the sea again since his accident. He has taken it a step further and has started a small sight-seeing business with his boat where he takes other wheel-chair-bound passengers on a tour of islands around Gothenburg. It's actually quite popular and the boat's big enough to fit 5 whee chairs!
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<br />So a couple weeks ago, I got to go on his boat with him as he took out 2 of his old buddies on a little fishing trip. Thinking, that spending the day on the ocean, fishing sounded quite easy and relaxing, I quickly told Chris I'd be more than happy to work this shift (since we're both employed, we can kind of just choose who goes. It's actually really nice). Little did I know that it was far from relaxing! Because I was the only passenger not in a wheel chair, I kept busy. From making sandwiches and coffee for everybody, to getting the bait, to pouring in more gas because we ran out, to opening the hatch to see what was wrong with the motor when the boat suddenly died. :( I even managed to throw up two times because of the choppy waters! However, amongst the running back and forth, I was able to actually catch 4 mackerel which we fried for dinner that night when we got home (at 10pm!). First time I've eaten mackerel. They're were really good! <div>
<br /><div><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BqWGizeHXtc/TjcJe3OXtVI/AAAAAAAABLo/pN63vLHST0g/s400/IMG_0905.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635983884502414674" /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-woA3nyEz8CU/TjcJeiuMpXI/AAAAAAAABLg/aNKfheTyIyw/s400/IMG_0904.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635983878998762866" /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946306882563258957.post-55551523862752978262011-07-28T22:41:00.000+02:002011-07-28T23:05:47.793+02:00Swedish Summer Update1<div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=UTF-8"> <meta equiv="Content-Style-Type" content="text/css"> <title></title> <meta name="Generator" content="Cocoa HTML Writer"> <meta name="CocoaVersion" content="1038.35"> <style type="text/css"> p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica} </style> <p class="p1">Last year Samuel and Sofia enjoyed swimming lessons for 2 weeks with sun everyday at the local pool across from grandma's house. This summer Samuel (Sofia's too young) is enjoying swimming lessons for 3 weeks in the rain everyday (minus maybe 2-3 days of slight sun) at the local beach 7 minutes away. I love that he is enjoying it just as much despite the warm-ups they have to do everyday so when they jump in the cold ocean water, they don't get muscle cramps, and despite having to bring a thermos of hot chocolate and sweatshirt so that after as they're shaking with blue lips, they won't freeze. :) Samuel has been quite the trooper!!! As has his 3 cousins who are in the same class. It's been a fun summer activity for them! </p></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7aNCIkVqEKo/TjHOrW4HyUI/AAAAAAAABLA/XhBFhaHpxfc/s1600/IMG_0929.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7aNCIkVqEKo/TjHOrW4HyUI/AAAAAAAABLA/XhBFhaHpxfc/s400/IMG_0929.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634511853087869250" /></a><div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=UTF-8"> <meta equiv="Content-Style-Type" content="text/css"> <title></title> <meta name="Generator" content="Cocoa HTML Writer"> <meta name="CocoaVersion" content="1038.35"> <style type="text/css"> p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica} </style> <p class="p1">...some days can be like this one day...</p><p class="p1">
<br /></p><div><div><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zb-8xYAqd_w/TjHOrr9yV5I/AAAAAAAABLI/IfPRWbnzLGM/s400/IMG_0870.jpeg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634511858748774290" /></div><div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=UTF-8"> <meta equiv="Content-Style-Type" content="text/css"> <title></title> <meta name="Generator" content="Cocoa HTML Writer"> <meta name="CocoaVersion" content="1038.35"> <style type="text/css"> p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica} </style> <p class="p1">...and this the next! So unpredictable! </p><p class="p1">
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<br /></p><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iquzbCfrhyg/TjHOqzV6lTI/AAAAAAAABK4/vdoAUDLhcmc/s1600/IMG_0937.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iquzbCfrhyg/TjHOqzV6lTI/AAAAAAAABK4/vdoAUDLhcmc/s400/IMG_0937.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634511843549156658" /></a></div><div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=UTF-8"> <meta equiv="Content-Style-Type" content="text/css"> <title></title> <meta name="Generator" content="Cocoa HTML Writer"> <meta name="CocoaVersion" content="1038.35"> <style type="text/css"> p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica} </style> <p class="p1">Can you get more picturesque?! Have you ever "sauna-ed"? (noun: sauna. verb: sauna-ed.) The idea is to jump into the cold water, stay in until you're really cold, then jump out and run into the hot, nearly 160F sauna and warm yourself up, until you're dripping sweat instead of lake water and then do it all over again :). Despite the blue sky in this picture, it wasn't that warm outside, but I have to admit, I LOVED it. So did the kids. Well, all except Emmy who thought the heat-wave you felt from the moment you open the sauna door was too much and "Emmy not like hot". (She stayed in the water for a good half hour until her lips started turning blue and we made her sit in the sauna). It was fun though. First time in nearly 9 years of living here I've done this...definitely will not be the last. </p><p class="p1">
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<br /></div></div></div><div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=UTF-8"> <meta equiv="Content-Style-Type" content="text/css"> <title></title> <meta name="Generator" content="Cocoa HTML Writer"> <meta name="CocoaVersion" content="1038.35"> <style type="text/css"> p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica} </style> <p class="p1">This has summer written all over it! (It was just as good as it looks!!!)</p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946306882563258957.post-63199994917259250422011-06-19T22:51:00.005+02:002011-06-20T20:37:56.482+02:00Entrance and Kitchen done (pretty much)!!!<div style="text-align: center;">ENTRANCE</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iij4auIELpk/Tf-SyHa2yxI/AAAAAAAABJ4/r58hBRwxc-c/s1600/1inside.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iij4auIELpk/Tf-SyHa2yxI/AAAAAAAABJ4/r58hBRwxc-c/s400/1inside.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620372249664473874" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iij4auIELpk/Tf-SyHa2yxI/AAAAAAAABJ4/r58hBRwxc-c/s1600/1inside.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Before</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iij4auIELpk/Tf-SyHa2yxI/AAAAAAAABJ4/r58hBRwxc-c/s1600/1inside.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yhs5njWUhXY/Tf-SzLvJCPI/AAAAAAAABKA/oqSjQZ4UvM0/s400/8inside.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620372268003166450" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">After</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">KITCHEN:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7kblHNvtyFM/Tf-SxGLBWaI/AAAAAAAABJo/eZauoV4JwI0/s1600/1a.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7kblHNvtyFM/Tf-SxGLBWaI/AAAAAAAABJo/eZauoV4JwI0/s1600/1a.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7kblHNvtyFM/Tf-SxGLBWaI/AAAAAAAABJo/eZauoV4JwI0/s400/1a.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620372232149752226" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Before</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7kblHNvtyFM/Tf-SxGLBWaI/AAAAAAAABJo/eZauoV4JwI0/s1600/1a.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ba-WZp36l4/Tf-Sxw_ewlI/AAAAAAAABJw/iMVFjhKd37w/s400/7e.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620372243644072530" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">After</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here are projects number 2 and 3 done (and by done I mean, of course nearly done. Small boarders missing and loose cabling here and there! :)) Next two projects: Splitting our room into two so Samuel can have his own room, and our front yard (and when I say yard, I mean tiny spot in front of our house where we park our car). fun, fun...! (more pictures of the kiddies to come.)</div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://community.webshots.com/album/580364531arBJHb?vhost=community">click here to see progression and rest of Final Kitchen</a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946306882563258957.post-44216354954830097282011-05-23T20:31:00.003+02:002011-05-23T20:40:29.744+02:002.01<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yh2Q3nvjauI/TdqoL7YM5II/AAAAAAAABIs/iko1o394ZTE/s1600/Picture%2B14.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 111px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yh2Q3nvjauI/TdqoL7YM5II/AAAAAAAABIs/iko1o394ZTE/s400/Picture%2B14.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609981208714601602" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KNgUUdmaqmk/TdqoLvqDMpI/AAAAAAAABIk/80jd00nH8_8/s1600/IMG_0687.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KNgUUdmaqmk/TdqoLvqDMpI/AAAAAAAABIk/80jd00nH8_8/s400/IMG_0687.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609981205568238226" /></a><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Close to 60,000 signed up with high expectations. A mere 45,000 actually ran. Still one of the world's largest half-marathons! I crossed the finish line disappointedly two minutes over my goal. (Chris ironically finished 2 minutes quicker than planned with 1.28) :) Every time I run this race, I think it's the last time I'll do it. It's a tough race. Lots of ups and downs. The main thing that keeps me going is the crowd. This year, I might be serious. I might just stick with 10km races. Those are fun! </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946306882563258957.post-84044269493234296862011-05-17T19:35:00.005+02:002011-05-17T19:58:46.105+02:00Make-up FunSo, I have a make-up artist friend. She got a group together. Divided us into 4 teams. Had pictures and let us loose. Now, for someone who only wears make-up on Sundays (and even then, it's only eye-shadow and mascara), I have to admit, I was a bit intimidated by the smörgåsbörd of color and options on the table. However, i found myself slowly getting into it and having a lot of fun!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xvaSxM61sog/TdK0e1HMB0I/AAAAAAAABIc/XrXWp8SGm9I/s1600/photo.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 151px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xvaSxM61sog/TdK0e1HMB0I/AAAAAAAABIc/XrXWp8SGm9I/s400/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607742927775991618" border="0" /></a><br />Our picture we had to recreate...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dgCGud80o9o/TdK0RJOIfdI/AAAAAAAABIU/6LvZ8HX0U5E/s1600/photo2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dgCGud80o9o/TdK0RJOIfdI/AAAAAAAABIU/6LvZ8HX0U5E/s400/photo2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607742692655660498" border="0" /></a><br />Final results...<br /><br />(I had one with my eyes open, but it's too big and won't let me upload...:( )Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946306882563258957.post-2065769281664639862011-05-02T21:48:00.010+02:002011-05-02T22:30:34.372+02:00Easter and BBQ'sI am in the YW presidency in our Stake and girls camp is just around the corner, so last Saturday we ladies in the presidency decided to have a little BBQ with our families at the place we'll be camping to scout it out and get some inspiration. It was great! I was reminded again how healthy being out in nature is. The kids LOVED being outdoors andit made Chris and I excited to take our kids camping this year!<br /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--0XbsWINImQ/Tb8Oivs3PPI/AAAAAAAABHk/bpq_22mFkb0/s400/IMG_6813.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602212451555163378" /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WKtC2X4Z7YY/Tb8OIeFUDUI/AAAAAAAABG8/eHxNRg0JRa8/s400/IMG_6787.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602212000149278018" /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-udxKO6zPX58/Tb8OIuS5XqI/AAAAAAAABHE/rwmSjVN-6eM/s400/IMG_6791.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602212004501216930" /><br /><div>For the first couple hours, Emmy refused to look up at anyone. She sat there either cuddled with mom, dad or staring at the ground with her "mad face" on. Finally, she warmed up and was the life of the party.</div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2EuTeCb7LA0/Tb8PNcwYFWI/AAAAAAAABIE/DxgPMz7OK7o/s400/IMG_6827.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602213185204000098" /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FTM9n4nBQD8/Tb8PM0Vaw3I/AAAAAAAABH0/CqE5cFUyVdQ/s1600/IMG_6836.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FTM9n4nBQD8/Tb8PM0Vaw3I/AAAAAAAABH0/CqE5cFUyVdQ/s400/IMG_6836.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602213174353511282" /></a><br /><br /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k-QuDv8uZzw/Tb8PNIJxmhI/AAAAAAAABH8/5SalIwkcuJM/s400/IMG_6820.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602213179673385490" /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MNxRX_5TN8U/Tb8OiZeD-qI/AAAAAAAABHc/FQzy4YyVwr8/s1600/IMG_6806.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MNxRX_5TN8U/Tb8OiZeD-qI/AAAAAAAABHc/FQzy4YyVwr8/s400/IMG_6806.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602212445587503778" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bh7BS360nqk/Tb8OfFwSb7I/AAAAAAAABHU/_Wy6zSwNUfU/s1600/IMG_6803.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bh7BS360nqk/Tb8OfFwSb7I/AAAAAAAABHU/_Wy6zSwNUfU/s400/IMG_6803.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602212388755632050" /></a></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bh7BS360nqk/Tb8OfFwSb7I/AAAAAAAABHU/_Wy6zSwNUfU/s1600/IMG_6803.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Someone brought fishing poles and the kids had a fun time "fishing" in the near-by swamp. They actually caught a little water lizard! </div><div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oHWGQHFKA3c/Tb8OJLsZWOI/AAAAAAAABHM/MCSXyx1y8Xg/s1600/IMG_6795.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oHWGQHFKA3c/Tb8OJLsZWOI/AAAAAAAABHM/MCSXyx1y8Xg/s400/IMG_6795.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602212012392798434" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-udxKO6zPX58/Tb8OIuS5XqI/AAAAAAAABHE/rwmSjVN-6eM/s1600/IMG_6791.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mDLHl8KDI1I/Tb8NyVQ8qgI/AAAAAAAABG0/wV1WeieqzgA/s1600/IMG_6782.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mDLHl8KDI1I/Tb8NyVQ8qgI/AAAAAAAABG0/wV1WeieqzgA/s400/IMG_6782.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602211619825035778" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yqpHtZp_We8/Tb8NglVLNiI/AAAAAAAABGs/fu1qWfTzBv4/s1600/IMG_6781.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yqpHtZp_We8/Tb8NglVLNiI/AAAAAAAABGs/fu1qWfTzBv4/s400/IMG_6781.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602211314900088354" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mI_JBr3HFNw/Tb8Nf6JW2UI/AAAAAAAABGk/jVH5c0VXTzY/s1600/IMG_6774.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mI_JBr3HFNw/Tb8Nf6JW2UI/AAAAAAAABGk/jVH5c0VXTzY/s400/IMG_6774.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602211303307794754" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mI_JBr3HFNw/Tb8Nf6JW2UI/AAAAAAAABGk/jVH5c0VXTzY/s1600/IMG_6774.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>I forgot we had a couple more Easter pictures I never posted. After church on Easter Sunday the Easter Bunny had left some eggs in our backyard and the kids had a fun time finding all of them!<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T9s4-34_lO4/Tb8NfkPz6uI/AAAAAAAABGc/zhqlkS-95nw/s1600/IMG_6755.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T9s4-34_lO4/Tb8NfkPz6uI/AAAAAAAABGc/zhqlkS-95nw/s400/IMG_6755.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602211297429285602" /></a><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T9s4-34_lO4/Tb8NfkPz6uI/AAAAAAAABGc/zhqlkS-95nw/s1600/IMG_6755.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>What kind of big sister would Sofia be if she didn't help shove huge chunks of chocolate in little Emmy's mouth?!<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eD7l-y8Jqms/Tb8NIxN_pDI/AAAAAAAABGU/5HyN3GkTKWw/s1600/IMG_6733.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eD7l-y8Jqms/Tb8NIxN_pDI/AAAAAAAABGU/5HyN3GkTKWw/s400/IMG_6733.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602210905774335026" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8gcPmvE3Gcw/Tb8NIp5rlQI/AAAAAAAABGM/3Mn45S5IYxU/s1600/IMG_6732.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8gcPmvE3Gcw/Tb8NIp5rlQI/AAAAAAAABGM/3Mn45S5IYxU/s400/IMG_6732.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602210903810086146" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VRpv3qP6k7k/Tb8NINdHf5I/AAAAAAAABGE/VaZK_SVx29Y/s1600/IMG_6731.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VRpv3qP6k7k/Tb8NINdHf5I/AAAAAAAABGE/VaZK_SVx29Y/s400/IMG_6731.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602210896174088082" /></a><br /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ueE7lA5OZF0/Tb8MrP-fdwI/AAAAAAAABF8/KxtN-W69sjM/s400/IMG_6730.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602210398634735362" /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ANjqntCBgdQ/Tb8Mq7cF3CI/AAAAAAAABF0/0Vx1cSqQ5yo/s400/IMG_6727.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602210393121741858" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VYXq0KZZRr0/Tb8PMhSjG_I/AAAAAAAABHs/upr-fuL4YrA/s400/IMG_6839.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602213169241201650" /></div><div>These dresses and Samuel's shirt was sent by grandma (of course!). The girl's LOVED the dresses and Samuel thought he looked pretty handsome in his new Easter shirt. These picture frames were also sent by grandma and grandpa last year for Easter. They've started a little tradition that each year they'll send a new little Jesus picture to put in the frame to remind the kids how special Easter is and how much Jesus loves them. (Emmy refused to hold her picture...she was too busy holding her purse and couldn't possibly hold both...). </div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L_j1pBS1pms/Tb8MqbwePiI/AAAAAAAABFs/M5Nguk9KXr8/s400/IMG_6724.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602210384617291298" /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zBSkdtr9nBw/Tb8UFDYIL8I/AAAAAAAABIM/ikvZkcgAHWA/s400/IMG_6725.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602218538510593986" /></div><div>I just had to add these two pictures as well. well. This is Emmy's bed-head. I love it! We'll be using these pictures for her wedding or some sort of blackmail someday. :) It just describes her to a tee. </div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946306882563258957.post-1238253479733643652011-04-23T23:39:00.002+02:002011-04-23T23:44:34.015+02:00again random!<div><embed src="http://widget-08.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=1657324662899829000&site=widget-08.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed></div><div><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=1657324662899829000&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-08.slide.com/p1/1657324662899829000/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=1657324662899829000&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-08.slide.com/p2/1657324662899829000/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=1657324662899829000&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-08.slide.com/p4/1657324662899829000/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></div></div><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><br /></div><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;">So, again, time seems to move too quickly these days! Here is a quick update on our lives through pictures. Last week, I was in Frankfurt for a training meeting. I'm working 8 hrs/wk as a secretary for the CES coordinator and once a year all the secretaries in Europe have a training meeting! I look forward to this trip once a year. Hence, a couple German houses and the German Temple. Also, in connection to this trip, I was able to meet up with Chris in Berlin as our good friend was getting married. The family stepped in at the last minute to help with the kids and we were able to spend a wonderful couple days together down there. The other pictures are simply of different things we've been doing. Including Easter. The weather this week has been amazing! I think it even reached 70F today!!! We are basking in this sunlight and trying to soak up as much as we can, because we never know how long it'll last! </div><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><br /></div><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;">Anyway, hope everyone had a good Easter! </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946306882563258957.post-62197248227060560762011-04-23T23:20:00.003+02:002011-04-23T23:38:59.450+02:00Emmy turns 2<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gdkRUvZltvQ/TbNGI-yfZ5I/AAAAAAAABFU/hfV2qFyOXes/s1600/newborn.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gdkRUvZltvQ/TbNGI-yfZ5I/AAAAAAAABFU/hfV2qFyOXes/s400/newborn.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598895881859327890" /></a><div>Newborn</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gdkRUvZltvQ/TbNGI-yfZ5I/AAAAAAAABFU/hfV2qFyOXes/s1600/newborn.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0RTz44go54M/TbNGJDFdkVI/AAAAAAAABFc/WkqC7T20VBA/s400/1yr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598895883012641106" /></div><div>one year old</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Sg0JJrUQyM/TbNGJLGpT9I/AAAAAAAABFk/VMbFaVxP64c/s400/2yrs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598895885165088722" /></div><div>two years old </div><div><br />Wow, time flies!!! We celebrated Emmy's second birthday nearly 2 weeks ago. She turned two on the 12th of this month! Our little Emmy is getting big!! I've never had a two year old without being pregnant and I have to say, this age is A LOT more fun when I'm not dealing with morning sickness! Emmy is a complete mixture of her two older siblings. Somewhat easy-going, she's still got her will. She's easily comforted and loves cuddles. She's quick to laugh and is quite social! :) It's so fun for me to watch my children grow and get to know their little personalities. Two, Four and Six are perfect ages and I wish I could freeze time and keep my children at this age forever! </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946306882563258957.post-50645489988559932232011-04-02T22:06:00.002+02:002011-04-02T22:44:25.382+02:00randoms<div>Chris has been away in France for the past 10 days on business. His company has had a huge conference with all the top-dawgs from around the world. Because Chris works at "headquarters", he got to be on the project team organizing the entire deal. Today was the last day, and he called quite relieved the thing is over and everything went so well. As a thank you, everyone on the project team is being rewarded with an ipad2! How sweet is that?! Chris is in pure heaven and after having an afternoon off to spend at the beach in the sun, he is ready and willing to move to any sunny, ocean-side city in the world! We are both sun-lovers. He just has to say the word, and I'll start packing! (How we've survived 8 years in Gothenburg, Sweden is beyond me :) </div><div><br /></div><div>So, while he's been off in the French Riviera, we've been keeping busy at home. Last Saturday we had our YW yearly leadership meeting. I'm in the Stake YW, so have been busy with organizing and preparing. I found babysitters for all kids and it went great! </div><div><br /></div><div>On Monday, my friend Jenny came over and turned our basement into an Egyptian tomb. She's studying social work and is taking a class where she had to create an exhibit of some kind for children. Since she's not married and doesn't have kids, I gladly volunteered mine. The kids became archeologists as they explored the tomb and then later got to even go outside in the sad-pit and dig for dinosaur bones! It was great!</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4V8fvLpGlpg/TZeCKO8UUXI/AAAAAAAABFE/Tl9zMXU95S4/s1600/IMG_0496.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4V8fvLpGlpg/TZeCKO8UUXI/AAAAAAAABFE/Tl9zMXU95S4/s400/IMG_0496.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591080574725149042" /></a></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4V8fvLpGlpg/TZeCKO8UUXI/AAAAAAAABFE/Tl9zMXU95S4/s1600/IMG_0496.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Samuel has created a soccer book for Chris when he gets home. This is just the first page. A couple weeks ago, Samuel decided that he loves soccer and that when he grows up he's going to play professional soccer. (when he found out that the "guys on tv who are playing soccer" actually do it for their job and get paid for it, there was no convincing him otherwise). He promised to practice every day Chris was gone because he wanted to surprise daddy at how good he's gotten while he was away. He's held true to his promise, and everyday after school, he's put on his soccer clothes and we've got out to the park. </div><div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PQC9zibNgvU/TZeB9r8VZTI/AAAAAAAABE8/nXWF3xVbzo4/s1600/IMG_0499.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PQC9zibNgvU/TZeB9r8VZTI/AAAAAAAABE8/nXWF3xVbzo4/s400/IMG_0499.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591080359171548466" /></a><br /></div><div>Today Samuel had a birthday party to go to, so the girls all got to go to the local swimming hall. All 3 of my kids LOVE the water. I found myself really having fun with Sofia and Emmy today as they fearlessly went down the slides, jumped off the edge and dove in the water (both with and without their puffs! Which of course Sofia was quite proud of). They're literally like fish in water. </div><div><br /></div><div>The yearly half-marathon is quickly creeping up on us. A mere 7 weeks away and I am training religiously for it. This year, I am more determined than ever to get under 2 hours (as some may recall, last year I got 2 hours 16 seconds!). This week I've ran 35 km (almost 22miles) and I'm feeling pretty good. </div><div><br /></div><div>In other news, for the past year or so, I have been trying different bread recipes trying to find one that is easy, healthy, and yummy. </div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h7HXfu--53k/TZeCKRdzVyI/AAAAAAAABFM/llt-hhP8tPA/s1600/IMG_0498.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h7HXfu--53k/TZeCKRdzVyI/AAAAAAAABFM/llt-hhP8tPA/s400/IMG_0498.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591080575402465058" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></a><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h7HXfu--53k/TZeCKRdzVyI/AAAAAAAABFM/llt-hhP8tPA/s1600/IMG_0498.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>This is by far the most delicious bread I have ever made! It's rye and whole wheat and it's delicious. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">(I found it at my <a href="http://mariesmat.blogspot.com/2010/04/maries-knadfria-brod-flera-varianter.html">friend's blog</a>-but obviously it's all in Swedish--maybe you can google translate?)</span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Anyway, I'm sure Chris will have some pictures to post when he gets home. We are all ready to have a daddy and husband again! </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946306882563258957.post-26320884255899515302011-03-18T09:38:00.002+01:002011-03-18T09:57:05.941+01:00happy st. patty's day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5dhZt850t7Y/TYMaHuJoMFI/AAAAAAAABEE/lTq-9p74tR0/s1600/IMG_0492.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5dhZt850t7Y/TYMaHuJoMFI/AAAAAAAABEE/lTq-9p74tR0/s400/IMG_0492.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585336682819366994" /></a><br /><div>So, yesterday as we were driving in to pick up Chris from work, it dawned on me, today is March 17th, St. Patrick's Day! My mom had sent us a great St. Patty's Day grandma package filled with green shirts, green pencils, green princess crowns and green notepads. The kids were (as always) excited to get it and we made a big deal of, when the day comes, to celebrate. (As the years go on, I find it more and more important to celebrate American traditions and holidays, big or small). But, we got the package a week early and by the time yesterday came, we had all completely forgotten about it. </div><div><br /></div><div>So, as we were sitting in the parking lot waiting for Chris to come down, I made a decision. I suddenly said, "guess what we forgot, guys?!" All excited, they wondered what. I quickly said, "We forgot that it was St. Patrick's Day...tomorrow!!!" Sure, some may say it was a lie, but in my mind, it's just another perk of living over seas. You get to pick and choose when and what you celebrate. So, today we woke up and had green pancakes for breakfast and everyone put on their grandma-shirts (we even convinced Emmy she could wear a skirt with it instead of a dress). </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, although this day has never really been a big day for me personally (besides elementary and jr. high years where you actually did pinch those not wearing green), just wanted to wish all you Americans out there a Happy St. Patrick's Day.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946306882563258957.post-47833837967526953462011-03-18T07:36:00.003+01:002011-03-18T07:40:11.185+01:00Seriously?!<div>Just when you dared to hope that Spring was finally here after 5<img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Video" border="0" class="gl_video" /> long months of winter, you wake up to this:</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-80ZRXFp2yec/TYL96op6IrI/AAAAAAAABD8/SkZYr2-O-jk/s1600/IMG_0486.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-80ZRXFp2yec/TYL96op6IrI/AAAAAAAABD8/SkZYr2-O-jk/s400/IMG_0486.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585305671680271026" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1