Kingsburg

We traveled to Kingsburg this weekend for John's family reunion. It's a Swedish town ya know.

John's clan is Swedish(Just a few of us pictured--John's immediate family--minus 4 of my nieces).

When we first got married they tried to make me eat pickled herring and there was even talk of Lutefisk. Oi vey!

This weekend I decided to be all touristy. Got out my big ole camera and everything.

I've always been fascinated by Three Crowns Fountain at the park.








The swedish are famous for their fabulously painted dala horses.


I think we should get one for our backyard.




That is a swedish teapot behind Finn.


Meandering the streets. Just hanging out with all these boys was one of the best days I've had in a while.

I love all my little buddies so much. Each day when I say my prayers, I thank the Lord for them. They are precious gifts to me.

And I've decided that boys are not smelly at all.

As they get bigger, we've been having so much fun. I used to dread the day when I didn't have a baby on my arm. But seriously, each phase is full of unique treasures. Like John and I can sleep in on the weekends.

Finn(9) is at a fun age where we can talk and conspire and watch movies together.




And I can still get my baby fix by convincing Tweeds he's still my baby boy. It's kinda pathetic.

The only problem is that one day they are gonna grow up and marry girls that may or may not like me.

And may or may not let me barge into the delivery room just minutes after giving birth. It's tragical, really.

Maybe I can bribe their future wives with red vines. (In my family, the prospective suitors had to bring red vines to get into family. True story).

But I think I'm getting a few steps ahead of myself. What if they don't take a wife?!

For now I will enjoy hogging them all to myself. Well, I will share with their grandmas.