Fishers in the water

Almost every night in June and July we go swimming. I brought the camera for once. But only Isak and Elina got in the water. Mark was putting in a new alternator in our van and Anja and I remained dry on land so we could take pictures.

Election Year

This is not supposed to be a political blog. But it seems I get a fair amount of anti-Obama emails with you tube clips featuring Barack Obama as the anti-Christ, anti-American, radical Muslim, terrorist friendly, etc. It is also apparent to anyone who has spent just a few minutes searching reliable and fair sources that none of that is true, AND that the makers of said you tube clips very well knew this when they made the clip. This same strategy was employed against Mitt Romney during the primaries featuring him as everything from a polygamist to devil worshiper. Only the ignorant are swayed.


On a humorous note, this video says it ALL, and equal portion to both parties. Hope it works. If not you can find it here.

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Here's two of Anja's true loves: phones and dolls. (She also loves purses, books and balls, any size.)

Alingsås

I kväll innan Elina somnade sa hon, "Jag känner i mina lungor att jag tänker på Alingsås, jag känner det i lungorna, mamma, här!" (pekar på bröstet medan hon ligger på mage i sängen). "Kanske de kunde skicka ett paket på flygplanet som vi kunde öppna, och när vi öppnade så kunde hon komma ut."
"Vem kunde komma ut?"
"Mormor. Och så kunde vi öppna paketet och så kunde hon komma ut och då kunde vi leka med henne. Då kunde vi leka att hon var en bäbis, hihi, och byta blöjor på henne och på Morfar också, hahaha!"

Where's the swimming?

Some recent pictures. But as I upload these I wonder, "Where is the swimming?" The OU pool dominates the Fisher summer but I never bring the camera because of the wet. Well, this week I will bring the camera, so swimming pictures and maybe even a little video will be posted by next weekend.

Above: 1. Uncle Craig, ever the favorite. Anja clung to him. 2. Elina in her boots and dress from cousin Eliot. 3. The trio wearing shirts from Mormor and Morfar. 4. Elina and bosom buddy, Clarissa. 5. Isak painting the horse shoe gold, that he got from Sweden when we went with my aunt Hanna the blacksmith and watched her work. Elina got one too, and they are both golden now.

"If you think I am five you are wrong, for I am six."

Those have been Isak's exact words to various adults on no less than three occasions since Saturday. He is now six. As one of the youngest in his Kindergarten class he has waited long for this day, July 5th. "First we watch fireworks, then I go to bed, then I wake up and it is my birthday." We thought we would have a 4th of July baby when labor began on July 3rd six years ago, but he must have wanted his own day very badly and thus let me endure 50 hours of labor, sweet thing.

Isak with his black widow and his other birthday Legos in the bookshelf

Lego. That is what he wanted and that is what he got. He is pille-sjuk - in other words he has 'fiddle sickness'. He cannot leave anything mechanical alone. He's been this way since he was 6 months old when he learned how to use the remote control. When he went to see the apatasaurus at the Sam Noble Museum for the first time, at age 3, he was in AWE - over the elevator, not the world's largest dinosaur skeleton. I am afraid he's got The Knack. But he says he is going to be a Dentist. Perhaps these powers can be transferred.

Skvätt inte på Anja

I dag lekte vi hemma med vattenslangen, för vi har ju ingen bil att åka nån stans och värmen är så HET att man inte vill gå nån längre sträcka mitt på dan.