How many husbands does it take to change a lightbulb?

Ok, the answer is one, I'm happy with the one I have even though I had to take a picture of the historical time he changed a light bulb. As you can see it's pretty high up and impossible for me to change it.

But the morning when this picture was taken back in November, DH informed me in the morning that he had noticed the night before when he came to bed that the light bulb had burned. And to my surprise he walked to the basement to get the ladder and a light bulb and changed it right there and then. I was lucky enough to get a pictures of it!!!

But I guess this is a "once in a life time" thing, since a couple of months later our stair case was dark for over a week....

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Sorrow

Risto wants a pet. Saturday night he started crying that he wants a hamster or a guinea pig. He really cried, tears rolling down his cheeks and his sorrow was so profound. I held him, trying desperately to comfort him, but knowing exactly that nothing could heal this pain inside him. "I want a hamster or a guinea pig, not a slimy frog or a lizard. I want something furry to hold and have it in my room and call it my own!".

I remember feeling the same way when I was a kid with an allergic mom and denied all furry animals. Now my son is in the same situation with an allergic dad.

Sleepless in Espoo

I escaped our testosterone filled bed at 05:36 AM. Are you asking why?!?!

Activity

Every time we go to the park it seems that our boys are the loudest ones, jumping, running, screaming, but IMHO taking the other children into consideration and playing with them, too. I think this picture of Tuomas taken on Monday night sums it up. The boys use the see-saw this way. I can picture a snow board fastened to his feet.