Boys anyone?

So disregard the previous blog about my "knowing this was a girl. I can feel it." I was way off. I will soon be the lone female in a sea of Lewin men. It's a good thing we have built a huge loft room for the boys in the new house. The 'girls room' will have to wait a few more years.

seven somethings

So I sat down and tried to figure out seven things about me that other people might want to hear, and I even learned some new things about the world along the way.

For instance, I was going to boast that I have swum in three of the earths four oceans (Pacific, Atlantic, and Indian) but then found out that in 2000, the Southern ocean was established- being all that cold cold water way down south. Three out of five oceans doesn't sound as impressive, but I have also taken a dip in the Mediterranean, and both the English and French sides of the English Channel.

I have a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad fear of heights. I inherited it from my father. It is my only phobia, except maybe fear of cockroaches.

I have driven across this great country of ours seven times, and that in the space of only four years.

Since I misspelled the word in a first grade spelling bee, to this day I always second guess how to spell adress, I mean address, I mean adress......

I am a word game fanatic- especially Scrabble. My husband has never played a game with me. I am not sure why- I am not that competitive about it.

I really really really dislike reality t.v. Especially American Idol and Super Nanny.

A few friends and I once, by mere chance, ran into and shook the hand of his royal highness Charles, the crowned Prince of Wales. The next day we were front page in most of the British tabloids, and described as "hundreds of screaming American girls mobbing the Prince."

So I guess that is seven. I would tag some more people, but I think everyone I know in blog land has already been tagged a couple of times. Is this like a chain letter that will lead to the heartbreak of many many individuals if I don't continue it? Sorry.

Blogging difficulties

SO I haven't been able to log into my blog for quite a while now, but thanks to some help from my smarter hubby and the wonderful folks at gmail, here are some late pictures of graduation and the weekend we spent with my parents.


Five out of seven Pribyl women in one spot isn't bad. Congrats Darce!



Eating lemons at the celebration lunch at the Chattanooga Choo Choo.



James took these fine photos from our end of the table.




James had to see the choo choos of course.







We also went on a lovely little hike up the side of the mountain. It was very picturesque, but most of my pictures turned out too dark.



Thanks for your patience folks. And I know about three people have tagged me for that seven things about yourself thing. It might take me awhile to think of that many, but I will try.

Spring happenings

So it snowed a bit today, but it really has been very spring like around here for the most part. We had a birthday party for Etienne last week, where the hoped for dive into his birthday cake left much to be desired. In fact, he was downright opposed to it at first. He poked and prodded at it a bit, but was unimpressed overall, and only ended up with a tiny chocolate moustache. That is where it comes in handy to have big brother who will gladly eat your cake, and even open all your new presents and play with them for you- all free of charge!
Saturday, my cousins and I went out for tea to celebrate Darcee and Callie's April Birthday's. We had a good time analyzing why Kvale's are the way they are. I was a little bit horrified to see in those photos, how enormously huge I already look this pregnancy. I am not even half way there! Ah well.
The rest of the weekend was spent working on cars and the house and cleaning etc. James tried to help daddy by putting his nose in the exhaust pipe. Not too helpful.
Oh, and we bought tickets to go home for Darcee's wedding today, so I will be spending several weeks in wonderful non-humid Washington this summer. Yeah! My pregnant body will thank me.

Baby Powder anyone?

I suppose it could have been worse; and hey, they smelled great the rest of the day!

Happy 1st, Little Man!

Just a few shots of my big one year old!! I can't believe it etc.... We are having a party later, so I'll try to take some shots there too.


Learning to ride on big brother's tractor.




His first real boo boo after falling down the porch steps. The price of being mobile I guess.


Just cute.


But even cuter with teeth!

fat babies and future fiddlers

So Etienne will kill me for posting these pictures someday- if he ever looks at this blog, but he is so hilariously fat and greedy right now. I think he would eat all day if I let him. I caught him porking out on graham crackers while I was getting his bath ready the other night.

"Mom, leave me alone, I like being fat."

"But look, I can suck it in if I need to, so what's the problem?"

James, on the other hand, is getting longer and skinnier every day. I can't believe he will be three soon. Lately he has been getting into daddy's violin case, which is a big no no, since violins aren't quite as sturdy as, say, the piano that he climbs and bangs on all day. Steve brought home one of his old kid violins from one of his recent trips to France, so he let James have a little try on it last night. He was pretty excited, but the whole under the chin concept only annoyed him....


so they tried it mandolin style which was a lot more fun.


How early is too early too start lessons? I, for one, am not quite ready for a three year old scraping away at a fiddle.