More art from Risto

There was a fire across the street at the boys' daycare on Tuesday. Someone had set a heap of twigs and branches on fire. The flames were several meters high, charring a nearby pine tree up to 5 meters. Risto got really scared and started crying even though there was no apparent danger. The fire fighters came and put the fire down. Exciting and scary! For the past two days Risto has been drawing fire trucks.

Last night I asked him to draw a picture of our family. He was happy to do that since it meant that he could stay up later. Risto is onthe roof with his basketball, Tuomas has his football and Jaakko is holding a spade. DH has a lollipop (!) and I'm holding a flower. It's cute that DH and I are holding hands. My ears are not visible since my hair is so long. The smoke coming out of the chimney indicates that my parents are inside barbecueing sausages for us. Our Family!

Mother's Day

As you can see, we all go to the same hair dresser called Windy ;-) I had a lovely day: I slept late, Clara had made a cake for breakfast, I got cute drawings from the boys (Risto had made a Picassonian pencil drawing of a cargo ship with three heaps of coal...) and DH took care of breakfast, lunch and dinner. MIL was over for bbq lunch and I was in the flower beds killing weeds.

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.