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With Jack’s undying obsession with NBA Basketball, he has taken to reading the sports page every morning while eating breakfast. Some mornings, the DJ catches an early train downtown… and ohhhh how hell breaks loose in our house. Jack will go downstairs and discover the newspaper is gone, and so is daddy. He will start [...]

After a very nerve-wrecking 17 weeks (long story, but you probably know it), we have some very exciting news this weekend. Our dear friend, Amy W, who is an ultrasound technician, invited us to come visit her at work, and take some sneak peaks at what feels like a monster-sized baby growing inside me. Now, [...]

A 1988 Chevy Suburban. I named it The Beast. C’mon, who buys a 22 year old car??? Or even better, how does this happen? The DJ saw it while out for a bike ride, and followed the guy home.

Got the fam all dressed up, and headed out to a couple parties plus trick-or-treating. Safely in bed by 9. Perfect!

Typical Leni

Aug. 31, 2009 No Comments Posted under: Casa de Harmeling

As if she didn’t already OWN the title of worlds worst dog, Leni got a stick stuck in her mouth last week. When I say stuck, I mean stuck. Another trip to the vet to have it removed and fight infection (it had been there for weeks,) she is a-ok!

We had a wonderful 4th of July this year, a great swim/bbq party with the Kaenals, Okamotos, and the Vikings of course. Happy Birthday America! from Courtney Harmeling on Vimeo.

At 4 1/2, not only is Jack a really great reader, but he likes to read the sports page while he easts breakfast.

Apparently Kristie has never used IM before. When I saw her status as available on Yahoo Mail, I ambushed her. This is hilarious…

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; } .flickr-yourcomment { } .flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Our new RV, originally uploaded by charmeling. (Click on the photo for more photos) Wow – we finally did it, we got an RV. We have been talking about doing this [...]

I get out a rawhide for them each – and they take them and run in different directions: Leni hops up and horks it out of my hand. Then she runs to the pool table and horks is down. I use the word hork because that is the sound she made as she inhaled it, [...]