It's the jungle baby! says the chalk

The weeks roll on! And man, Mondays are great for us. WE can't wait to see how the 'wall that says it all' turns out. This week, the artist at Anïas and Illïus school Fokusskolan in Nyköping, Sweden is a girl named Ärla. It was a lovely jungle theme that got Xavier going with all kinds of stories.

Unbelievable how creative kids can be. I absolutely love this wall and how it is being used. We have documented about 5 weeks’ worth of it now I believe.

Thank you all lovely creative children at Fokusskolan and creative staff for making this wall to begin with!

Two small and helpful hands

Xavier has found a new thing to do.  For the past week, he has picked up the school's random garbage bag they put outside of the entry hallway.  He finds it odd to see it there, and have for about a week now picked it up and tossed it outside of the school into its' proper disposal bin.  I let him go at it.  It is a kind gesture to help out, and I am sure to let him know.

Xavier sort of gets disapointed if no garbage bag is 'waiting' for him the days he is at preschool.

Here he is, wrestling with a huge garbage bin that had been blown to the ground by the wind.  We live on the east coast and it is real windy at times.

Family history work - I'm on a mission

I am now on a mission to gather family history from my elder living relatives.  To my joy, my grandmother pulled out a couple of old cherished photos of her mother and grandmother.  I quickly pulled up my iPhone and took a copy. 

My grandmother May Ann Henriksson is to the left and her mother in the middle.  Next to them were two neighborhood children.  Can't wait to ask more questions about this picture.

Here is my grandmother's grandmother.  She was a widow at an early age and here is her eldest son. Mary Ann belives her father is about 7 here.  He is now in charge of his siblings.  The clothes they are wearing were lent them.  They were very poor and had very little.

My husband brings the greatest of gifts

This gift, was hidden away from all prying eyes for nearly a week until Jeffrey exclaimed this morning, "Oh honey, I have a gift for you.  I forgot about it.  I bought it when I was in Örebro".  He disappears and comes back.  "Varsågod!"  and hands the gift over.

Here it is good folk, eat your heart out.

 HEY! Stay those wanton eyes... it is all mine.

We don't have Burger King here in this little dinky town.  I cannot even recall what a Burger King burger taste like.  My middle son Anïas was made on Burger King.  Those were a goooooood tasty 9 months.

That nagging feeling... act on it

You know that nagging feeling or thought that pops into your head.  The 'call home', stop by so and so's house, send a card to someone or find that person and so forth.  Act on it.  Drop all and act on it.  I cannot tell you how many times it has been of utmost meaning when I just drop all and follow this type of promptings.

I'll write about some of them later.  I have already posted two similar experiences in this blog.

Take care