My beautiful girl (again)

Yes, I ROCK at guitar hero.

Elbows

A few days ago I was looking at a Victoria’s Secret catalog that I had gotten in the mail. Emma decided that she wanted to sit on my lap and view the magazine as well, which she usually does whenever I have anything resembling a book in my hands. On each page she had a comment such as “Oh, I like her” or “cuuuuuuuuuuute” and “I like her elbows”. Uh……..ok. I thought, well, they do have nice elbows. I mean, they are models for a major lingerie company, is there a body part that isn’t nice? So the next day, I was on the treadmill and Emma came out of the kitchen all excited to show me something. “Mamma, look! Look at my elbows!” Big sister, Eden, had adorned Emma’s nipples with smiley face stickers. Suddenly I realized elbows were in deed boobs. Well, I guess they have nice boobs too. They are models after all!

Getting to Know the Arffs....

Emma (2) - loves going for long walks, as long as you hold her. Likes to pick turds out of her diaper and use them as crayons. Knows the words of every Hannah Montana song better than an 11 year old girl. Says “oh crap” when things don’t turn out in her favor.

Eden (6) - avid finger sucker. Loves to collect “treasures” outside such as bottle caps, shells, rocks, and tampon applicators. Will one day end up on a Dr. Phil show featuring hoarders and their families.

Hanna (10) - would go a month without taking a shower if she could get away with it but thinks underwear that say “sexy” are gross. Has an ability to concentrate so hard on the tv when it is on that the house could be burning down around her and she still wouldn’t blink. (We're checking into whether or not tv watching can become an extreme sport) On a scale of 1 to 10 has a pain threshold of -40.

Andreas (old) - consumes so much sugar he’s on the donor list for his 4th new pancreas. He is Super Geek, king of the nerdery, where he works. Has logged more hours on the game “Spore” than the developers themselves.

Charlotte (looks 25, and that’s all you need to know) - nunchucks expert. Secretly wishes to be a ninja. Has the maturity level of a 13 year old boy who proudly knows 150 alternatives for the word poop.

Frederiksborg Castle

We took at trip to Hillerød today to visit a royal castle. It was erected late 1500s. It was the seat of Christian IV (aka Christian the tyrant in Sweden). A fire destroyed the castle and it was rebuilt and turned into a museum by J.C. Jacobsen - a Danish beer baron. Denmark's most important portraits and history paintings are kept here. And what a magnificant place to visit; absolutely gorgeous! The girls even got to try on replicas of dresses worn by princesses! Some of the photos turned out a bit blurry due to the fact that we were not allowed to use a flash.

I loves oatmeal!

Other terms for it around our house are goatmeal and ompeel.

Pretty in Pink

Here is Eden, going mono-a-mono with the garden hose. She was determined to get the "flower shower" hooked up to the hose so she could give our seriously dehydrated plants a drink. Of course I knew the entire time she struggled to attach the thing to the thing that our American hose doesn't fit on the smaller spigot in the garden. But she just looked so darn cute working at it that I decided to let her figure it out for herself while I selfishly snapped some cute photos in the process.

I have a problem

I am utterly obsessed with diet and nutrition. It is to the point where my husband fears having a conversation with me and seems to avoid it at all costs. Because everything that comes out of my mouth these days is about what I put IN my mouth. I can’t help it, I’m passionate about eating healthy and want to share my knowledge with him. (I won’t mention the enormous amounts of sugar he inhales on a daily basis, yet manages to keep his lean figure….my sweet ectomorph) But the man will see me walking towards his general direction and literally jump up and run away. He has the sudden urge to use the bathroom, ‘do you think my prostate is getting larger’, or some imaginary noise will summon him from the kitchen, my guess is it’s the howling in his stomach because it has been 5 minutes since the last sugar indulgence. Or MAYBE, he just hates talking to me. Maybe I annoy him with all the talk about nutrient ratios, lean body mass, basal metabolic rate, zigzagging calories, eating every two hours and blah, blah, blah. But then, when I think about it, I probably react the same way when I try to avoid getting locked into a discussion about the latest headline on MSNBC, or if I think he’s going to ask me to sit and watch Chris Matthews with him. We all have our “things”, you know. He probably should have been a politician, but then the nerdery would be missing their king.

beautiful day

Spiders

I guess I'm going to have to learn to like them, or at least be ok with sharing my house with them because they are EVERYWHERE. I hate to sit on the couch or lay on the bed because I know they are crawling on everything. Laying eggs in my ears at night, crawling in my mouth, in between my toes, in my armpits....I just KNOW IT!!! Just because my name happens to be Charlotte does NOT mean I like spiders! You should see the monster in the corner of my bedroom. He just sits there.....watching me.....waiting for me to go to sleep.....so he can try on my clothes....use my toothbrush.....go through my wallet....I just KNOW IT!!! And no, I'm not being irrational. Shut up.