The sun can't seem to make up its mind. It's very wishy-washy. If it was running for President, the media would be all over the flip-flopping. The clouds are flying by and the wind is relentless and pushy. A high white sky with a hint of blue here and there. The sun peeks out, retreats. The cloud-flock is being driven by the wind shepherds, out to the far sky pastures.
Yesterday's bathtime was filled with hilarity as the bathroom was echoing with rude noises. A few weeks ago Anders began teaching Karin how to make farting noises with her armpit and I spent half an hour weeping tears of laughter away watching and listening to them. Karin figured it out last night and commenced a fart-filled chorus that had us in stitches. Every time she managed to squeak out a noise with her hand over her armpit her eyes just lit up with an evil little twinkle and she let out a contagious giggling hoot of laughter. I wish I could share the movie clip with you but it was 14.5 MB. Since it was Martin's birthday I told him he could get into the tub in his birthday suit, for which, after explanations, I received the hairy eyeball FROM MY SON! Hee!
I've managed to get my Christmas newsletter written and printed, and put together a page of family photos to include with it. Man, my kids are cute! :D