little bitty girl

I love lazy Saturday afternoons. There is nothing that quite beats it. I am trying to make the most of it until my next road trip which will be on Monday. But as always, there are always chores to do and the big one this weekend was putting up the dreaded air conditioning system.

I have no idea why but Stefan always asks me every single time how we put the system in and I never know because I really don't care how he puts it in, as long as he does it. It's a very complicated matter of putting the wood just so and screwing the bolts just right. I am always very skeptical of the actual sturdiness of the makeshift structure that Stefan built. We're on the fifth floor and I never know how those few pieces of wood and little screws can ever keep the unit in its place.

So usually, for the first few days after it's been installed, I don't ever walk too close to our building, just in case there is a dead person crushed by our sketchy air conditioning contraption. That way, if there is a dead person, I'll just keep on walking towards my mama's house and not claim any responsibility.

We then had a very nice brunch with Stef's mum who is just back from a trip from London. Stef's older brother lives there and she went to visit her darling grandson, Camden who is such a big, little man now I can't stand it. It feels like he was just born two weeks ago and really he's about a year and a half years old. Camden still isn't saying all that much other than "duck" and "map" but if he's going to be anything like his dad and uncles, he won't be saying much more than that as the "Sven" brothers are the silent and deadly type. A glare from their cold, angry eyes (or at least Stef) is all that is needed to convey their displeasure.

As you can see from the pictures, they truly are the classic Ikea family - tall, blonde and gorgeous. I remember the first time meeting Marianne, Stef's mum. I think Stefan let her ambush me in a retail store that I was working at at the time. I told her that I was quite intimidated when we first met and she couldn't understand why. Hmm.....let's see, tall, blonde, gorgeous and German? It's enough to make any confident girl a teensiest bit uneasy.

Anyways, the whole family is quite blessed with height so needless to say, at family gatherings I feel like I am living in the land of giants. Stef keeps telling me that if I give him short children he'll be quite unhappy. I keep telling him that if he gives me any child over 8 pounds at birth, I will endeavor to make HIM unhappy. I did offer to sleep with a basketball player to gurantee his height requirement but he ignored the suggestion. Ah well....C'est la vie!