Photo Bombing.

Back in March Meredith and Nancy were here for Easter weekend. Meredith made some delicious corn salsa for a little get together we had with some nice folks from church.

                                  

While she was creating the salsa she got photo bombed by her cousin.

Josh, you are so silly!

 

She never knew what happened.

Texting at 9 Months.

Remember when babies played with blocks and dolls?

Ezra has a cell phone to play with.

                                                 

Yep, that's Ezra texting.

Paparazzi.

I admit I take a lot of photos of little Ezra.

The poor baby has a camera in his face a lot.

Sometimes he must feel like the paparazzi is invading his privacy.

So then he'll try to remove the camera from the photographer's hands.

Take that paparazzi!

Okay, okay. I'll stop taking photos Ezra. 

For now...

Hurricane Ezra.

This is what my living room looks like at the end of the day.

It looks a little bit like the aftermath of a hurricane.

Hurricane Ezra.

Quite the little storm.

Wiener Schnitzel and Wurst.

About a month ago I was in San Antonio and Nancy, Meredith and I went to a cute little German restaurant in New Braunfels called the Alpine Haus.

This place is adorable.

                                     

But the food...oh the food. So delicious!

As they say in Germany...wunderbar!

You should now make your way to the kitchen for something to eat.

Homage to My Dad.

I made lefse last week.

In honor of my dad - a proud Norwegian.

For those of you who may not know about lefse it's a Norwegian flat bread made from cream, flour, butter and mashed potatoes.

I'd never made lefse, but thought I should try to since I do have Norwegian blood running though my veins.

It apparently requires a some skill so I'll need to practice the rolling and grilling.

I wish I had made lefse when my dad was still alive. 

I think he would have been proud.

What The Heck Is It?

I found this wooden thingy at the thrift store last week for 39 cents.

Yes, I called it a "thingy" because I have no idea what it is.

It's wooden and about 8 inches tall, three inches across. No markings on the back and it appears to be hand carved.

I brought it to work and asked my co-workers what they thought it was.

This is what they said:

"It looks like an organ-grinder monkey."

"It looks like a clown monkey."

Oh and my favorite:

"It looks like a Dutch monkey because of his wooden clogs."

I also got the following ideas as to the purpose of it:

"It's a chocolate mold."

"It's a wax mold."

"It's a decoration to hang on the wall."

After that I looked on the Internet for anything remotely resembling it.

Nothing.

Zip.

Nada.

In conclusion, I have no idea what it is.

So I'll just call it the Dutch clown, organ-grinder monkey, mold hanging.

That might work.