The Harmelings

We are loving our new viking neighbors. They moved in early August 08, after being transferred from Michigan and house hunting for several months, but our own summer drama distracted us from getting to know them. We call them the vikings because if their ridiculous Nordicness (that’s word, I swear.) First you have the names – Lars, Petra, Annike, Soren, Tova… And then momma Kelly (lacking Nordic name) looks fresh from Sweden.

The name “the Vikings” has really stuck and has become a casual way of referring to any or all of them. Jack is down with it as well. Just last night he was nearly in tears, “why aren’t the vikings coming over to play tonight?” I said, “Did you ask them to?” Jack, “no.” Me, “well duh! go ask them!”

So all this back story to explain one of my most favorite things Jack has said all year (and yes, I know its only January 21st.) We were hanging in the viking back yard while they set up their new ridiculously buffed out, huge, LED lit trampoline. Jack starts pestering Lars.

“Lars, Lars, Lars, excuse me Lars….” pestered Jack.

“yes, Jack?” said Lars

“How do they say ‘hi’ in Michigan?”

hahahahahahahaha