Happy, Happy Birthday, Jordan!

Happy, happy birthday, Jordan!

We are so blessed to have Jordan in our family! He is the best son-in-law to us, the best daddy to Kimball, and the best husband to our Ashley! 

Yes, we are so very, very blessed indeed!

We wish you the best birthday ever, Jordan!
We love you!

The Official Big Brother Training Course Is Complete!

Ashley writes,

"Freshly diapered George enjoyed a little swing time, then was tucked into bed for a nap, and we all had to be very quiet. This kid is SO excited to be a big brother and a big helper!"

Any day now, folks! Baby Boy Haug will

be so loved when he arrives!!! 

A Little Greek Mythology for 10-Year-Old Girls?

We did this at a recent Activity Days activity:

Which then begs this  riddle:

Q: What was Medusa's favorite kind of cheese?

A: Gorgon-zola!

See, the largest picture in the collage above brings to mind Medusa, and Medusa was a Gorgon, which is a female creature with hair made of living, venomous snakes, so gorgonzola cheese would be the answer to the riddle because . . . oh, I know, I can be such a nerd sometimes. Don't mind me.

Today, the Mailman Did Not Bring Glad Tidings

In the words of Opie Taylor, "Makes me kinda sad."

This is the second time a package has been returned to us with Christian's address crossed out and a new address added and with these stickers slapped on them! Boo! A recently returned sister missionary from Sweden told me today that, yes indeed, she could tell that this arrived at the mission office. Obviously it never made it into Christian's hands. She said it could be because when the mission office forwarded this on, they either had his apartment address incorrect or his name wasn't on the apartment mailbox. 

Well, whatever the case may be, I'm so, so sad! Christian doesn't even know that I stuffed darling skeletons and spooky  skulls, and frightening ghosts in there for him to decorate his apartment with on Halloween and freak out the non-Halloween-practicing Swedes! And, look at the postmark! I sent this over a month ago! All this time I was picturing him hanging out with Ichabod Crain. Boo again!

Thank goodness for email, otherwise Christian would never know how much his mom cherishes, loves, adores, admires, treasures, etc., etc. him! (Heh heh, Christian does have to put up with a lot from me in my emails to him as you may or may not have gathered . . . . )

The Horsies Are Out and About!

Poor Christian. I make him suffer through these photos that I email to him where his Dala horsies show up, and I demand that he find those horsies. Bless his heart, he has never complained about it once. No complaining from him. Nope. But then again, perhaps the reason he doesn't complain is because he chooses to not even bother with me and my immature little games. That's a pretty big possibility since he has never once referenced this nonsense. I'm just going to fool myself and say, hey, no news is good news!

You guys, on the other hand! You guys are stuck! You're already looking at my photo! That means that you MUST go along with my silly shenanigans and find our two little horses! Ha! 

Happy searching! 

HAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHVEY!

Have you guys ever watched the Jimmy Stewart movie about the big, white, 6' 1 1/2" rabbit? The rabbit's name is Harvey, and our family loves to pronounce it with a thick, northeast, high society, exhale type of an accent, as in, HAAAAAAAAHHHHHHVEY. 

My sister treated Dave and me (that sounds so wrong, but it ain't, haha!) to a local production of "Harvey" as belated birthday gifts, and all I wanted to do throughout the duration of the play was to say HAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHVEY over and over again. It's kind of addicting. You should try it. 

The play was terrific, and we even ran into a brother and sister involved in the play who were in marching band with Christian. The sister totally recognized us as Christian's mom and pop. Really? How does that happen that she would recognize the parents of her classmate when she had never met us? We took the opportunity to snap a pic with the brother who played the hilarious orderly, Wilson. (See below.)

We had a super-duper time, especially when my mom's former relief society president showed up on stage as one of the old biddies. Man, she was cantankerous. (Er, in the play! In the play! Not in real life!) Gotta love local theaaaahtah!

It Was an Awesome Missionary Kinda Day!

A couple of weeks ago, Dave and I had the fantastic opportunity to hear one of Christian's former missionary companions give his homecoming talk. The bonus was that I was able to meet three of the other Swedish mish-moms who have become perrrty much my best friends through our private Facebook page even though I had not met them. We are now 121 strong on that Facebook page, and I'll tell ya what, sometimes technology really can be a blessing.

This is Aldste Ririe. Christian was his last companion before Aldste Ririe returned home. I felt like I was shaking the hands of a quasi-celebrity as I shook the hand of one who shook the hand of Christian, haha! But seriously, I broke down and bawled like a baby when Aldste Ririe bore his testimony in Swedish because I pictured in my mind Christian doing the exact same thing, day in and day out, for the people of Sweden. 

Then we went from seeing Aldste Ririe to seeing this darling girl who had returned only three days prior from her mission in Canada before she had to report in church! Jamie is the daughter of Dave's brother, and she has a brother who is also serving! Missionaries a-go-go!

Christian and Jamie were in the MTC together, and Jamie sent us this awesome photo! The Sagers fam representin'!

It was an awesome missionary kinda day!

¡Hola, mi hermoso y maravilloso hijo!

 A mother's heart is never so happy as when her long-lost baby bird returns to the nest! Haha! Just kidding! Er, about the "long-lost" part but not about the "baby bird" part. Sorry, but my children will always be like baby chicks to me. Haha! Just kidding! But, not really. But, sorta. But, no, not really.

Anywho! I am so happy, relieved, thrilled, ecstatic, overjoyed,   and beyond-stoked to have Seanie back home, safe and sound and lookin' mighty fine!

That's my incredible boy, right there.

Gosh, I love him so.

Wait. Kan That Be Write? {Ed. 3}

In today's blooper edition, we get to learn about the weather! Or not.

Ooh! Yes, let's do learn about watching out

for more thundershowers! That sounds prudent.

Oh. Guess we didn't really need that information after all.
Not one word about thundershowers, people. Not one.

Since we didn't get to learn about watching out for more thundershowers, let's learn about how spotters measure hail size! Yes! That should be fun! Hm. Guess that's another subject we just don't need to fuss about. 

Not one word about hail, people. Not one.

As they say, the third time's the charm, right? This time it looks like we get to read about livestock. Ooh, sorry. Move along, people--nothin' to see here! Although we come oh! so! very! close! with the reference to grain and hay, no livestock summary today. 

You guessed it--not one word about moo moo cows or horsies. And, why put a livestock summary in a "What's up with the weather?" article anywho?

Can I just say that I love my Daily Herald?!!!

*Please note that, as always, I am laughing WITH these bloopers and not AT them. I defiantly no that I dew my own share of foie gras.

And, Gracing the Social Page Yesterday . . .

Do you see a couple of familiar faces here?

WOOT, WOOT, Ashley and Jordan!

It Is October 14th! And? And? Well! Lemme Tell Ya!

Today marks exactly one month until little Bouncing Baby Boy Haug is supposed to show his chubby and very handsome little face to the whole wide world! WOOT!

Today marks exactly one week and one day until darling Brother Sagers returns from the land of the Aztecs to show his suave and very handsome little face to our U.S. world!* WOOT!

Today marks exactly five months to go until adorable Aldste Sagers returns from the land of the midnight sun to show his dapper and very handsome little face to the Utah world! WOOT!

*Sean's suave and very handsome face is facing the wrong way! Can you find him?

Wait. Kan That Be Write? {Ed. 2}

One day last week was a good day (or a bad day, depending on whether your job hangs in the balance) for my local Daily Herald. All three of the bloopers below were in the same edition. Good things come in threes, as they say!

Now, this is one police sketch I'd like to see! 

By the way, I wonder how many false arrests were made by

the police after receiving tips by witnesses seeing someone 

who fit this description:

Unfortunately, my neck of the woods doesn't

have a sunrise these days. But, jeepers, our

sunsets are simply too early! How does one get anything done? 

So, a verdict was finally reached!

Aaaaaaaand, the verdict is . . . 

Ummmm, I said, and the verdict is . . . 

Ahem! The verdict? Hey, guys? THE VERDICT?

In case you are wondering, AEG was found not liable by the jury. Too bad the article didn't bother to report THAT little detail of the story since a considerable amount of effort was made here to report that a verdict had, in fact, been reached. Perhaps that part wasn't all that important?

*Please note that, as always, I am laughing WITH these bloopers and not AT them. I defiantly no that I dew my own share of foie gras. 

Am I Imagining Things?

May the Force Be with Jedi Kimball

Last December, Ashley and Jordan took Kimball to Disneyland and basically delivered nirvana at his feet by allowing him to meet his greatest nemesis, Darth Vader. Kimball prevailed, the Force was with him, and he fought against the dark side like a true Jedi should. 

I can only assume that Kimball's head was swimming and his eyeballs were rolling into the back of his head with the thrill of this experience since he is one of the hugest four-year-old Stars Wars fan ever to wield a light saber. 

It should be noted that Ashley and Jordan wisely do not allow Kimball to watch the full series of movies as there is much to be seen which is not really age-appropriate for him. Gotta keep that kid from seeing Jar Jar Binks, right? Wish somebody would have done the same for me.

You can watch a super-cute video of how everything went down here. My nephew, who went to Disneyland along with the rest of the gang, put this video together and delivered it this week. As you watch the video, take note of Kimball's sober demeanor during his face-off with Darth Vader. Definitely livin' the dream.

(Sorry for the fuzziness of these photos; they are from the video. No need to rush right out and get Lasik.)

That Pesky Domino Effect

Perhaps this is funnier (more funny? hilarious-er? comical-er?) to me because of our family's seven-year-ish involvement with marching band, but I just about had a conniption when I saw this. Especially that last dude who almooooooooost got by unscathed but in the end . . . .

They Got to See Aldste Sagers Up Close and Personal!

The parents of one of Christian's recent companion traveled over to Sweden to pick up their son. Looky at who they hob-nobbed with while they were there! I'm dying here, people. Doesn't Christian look fantastic and happy and full of the light of Christ? Yes he does!

This is Aldste Ririe. Christian loved working with him, and they were quite the dynamic duo!

This is Aldste Ririe's mom. She and I have become fast friends through the private Facebook page we have for the moms of missionaries serving in Sweden. I have never met her nor most of the other moms on that Facebook page, yet I have an incredible amount of love for them all.

Christian is looking at Aldste Ririe's new iPhone here. I can only imagine how much Christian was enjoying that since he is Mr. Gadget after all. 

Goodness to pete, do I love my boy!

¡Hola desde la Ciudad de México, México!

The two photos below show Sean with the two districts of missionaries he had the pleasure of teaching for the first six weeks of his stay in Mexico. He says it is very hard to say goodbye to his little band of students he has grown to love, and I'm sure the feeling is very mutual.  Without a doubt.

I love that they positioned themselves underneath the famous BYU "B".

It is hard to see in this photo, but Seanie is sporting a custom-made, Mexican-tailored suit. Just a nice little perk of living in the land of the ancient Aztecs--you know, those famed fashionistas known for their creative use of bird plumes! Too bad you can't see Sean's pants . . . .

Seanie says that this castle is about 300 years old and that it is absolutely gorgeous inside. He also says it rains pretty much every single day. Looks like he speaks the truth.

Let the Countdown Begin!

Fifty-two days (give or take a few) before

we have another beautiful bouncing baby boy

in the family! Let the anticipation (and the naming speculation) commence!

The beautiful mama-to-be

 Isn't she the epitome of loveliness?

Jeepers, I love this girl! 

I officially declare Ashley the best mama in the whole world.

Cuz, well, she is.

Please Interpret This Dream

True story coming. Seriously. This is the honest-to-goodness, poke a needle in my pinky, cross my eyes, swear on my heart . . . or is it cross my pinky, swear on my needle, poke my heart . . . wait, I'll get it . . . oh! Whatever. This really happened:

Ready? Okay. First of all, (and this next part is crucial to the story so snap to attention!) Dave has adamantly resisted jumping completely onto the Facebook bandwagon, for good or for ill, whatev. So I had a dream where Dave received a Facebook "friend request" and was typing his "decline" to the friend request on this Royal typewriter that I inherited from my mom. I told Dave that, uhhhhh, I didn't think the message would go through. Dave's response? He just turned and smirked at me. Smirked! At me! It was sorta like a "Hey! You don't think I know a computer when I see one?" type of a smirk. 

Discuss.