My mom has arrived in all her stylish, Norwegian glory! We’ve been busy catching up, shopping and nearly freezing to death in the snow. As I expected, she’s reorganized my kitchen already and has done some cleaning as well. Martha Stewart’s got nothing on Laila.
We greeted her at the airport with an obnoxious sign and a toddler on the verge of a tantrum. A perfect welcome after traveling for 12 hours. True to form, my mom was hungry and wanted a “bite of some chocolate.” Next thing I knew, she was reenacting the purse scene from Mary Poppins and producing an unending supply of treats. Just a word of warning, if you’re ever around my mom or her twin, keep your candy hidden. They’re sugar vultures. On a drive home from Savannah, Georgia, my mom managed to eat two pounds of pralines by herself. And when asked what happened to them, she claimed innocence with crumbs of guilt dangling from her chin.
After a quick bathroom break and some long overdue jokes at my mom’s expense, we got back in the car and headed for home. In our family, we show love through merciless sarcasm and teasing. If you’re not being laughed at, chances are good you aren’t well-liked. My mom made a comment about buying things at duty free so Tor asked her to tell us about her “doody.” Another great family trait – there is nothing funnier than toilet humor. If you haven’t guessed, we’re a pretty classy group. She didn’t get the joke which made it even better.
Here we are looking absolutely exhausted – one from traveling and the other from wrangling a mini-human all day long. More photos and family fun to come…