Easter with the Damron's

Happy Easter everyone!! The Damron Easter egg hunt was fairly successful with only one teary-eyed nephew. I would say we had a pretty good time (of course the goal is %100 happiness, but we do what we can). I learned a thing or two about my nieces and nephews. First off, Maya has great tree-limb balancing skills and it turns out you aren't supposed to climb trees with a cast (who knew?). Second, my nephew Alex is just a few months or so shy of a black belt. A black belt!!!! Which means I'm pretty sure right now I could hire him as a body guard and have nothing to worry about. He's got mad skills. I know, he showed me. Finally, I learned that no matter how many eggs you hide, thirteen children can clear a large yard in about fourteen seconds. Like a great big vacuum cleaner they cleared that yard of everything with that was colorful or sure to bring on a sugar rush(except for the eggs hidden in the eaves of the playhouse - but Ava and I took care of that). Yup, if missing persons were just always dressed in pastels with candy in their pockets, I'm pretty sure we could dispatch a team of little Damrons and find the poor soul in no time. But until then stay close to home (or if you do take to wandering wear pink and bring some fun sized packs of M&Ms) and Happy Easter!

The "Maine Damrons"

Since my niece Becca just had her birthday and was just baptized, I think it's about time we commemorate the Damron's last stand on the east coast: the "Maine Damron's". My big brother Mark, and his family are the last family connection to our beloved Maine. And beloved is what it will always be for me and most of my family. Being only three when we moved from Utah, lush, green, intensely humid, and beautiful Maine was the back drop of my life until college. I remember summer days floating down the Pennobscott River in an inner tube looking for fresh water clams and watching Danny go up to the pulley that spanned the river and drop in. I remember the covered bridge, where we would get out of the water and drive down the tree lined streets that almost made each road a leafy green tunnel. Yes, most of my pleasant memories involve Maine in it's summery, green state, but winter for all it's biting humid cold gave us great times too. I think about cross country skiing across the fields and into the forest and looking out the window after an ice storm when everything glittered in the sun. I remember digging tunnels and snow caves through our enormous snow banks and even a snow sculpture of a car! Maine will always be one of the most beautiful places in the world to me. So here is a heart felt greeting to my long lost sibling and my favorite state, I love you both!

Amy

Davey Schmavey vs. The Swedish Chef

Happy Birthday Dave!! As I sit back and reflect on this the anniversary of my brother David's birth, I have one serious note to ponder. Could he indeed be the Swedish Chef? Now, upon initial investigation, one would say they bear no resemblance to each other and that one is a human while the other is a muppet. Hogwash, I say. I would present this compelling list of evidence to the contrary. First of all, why is it that one of the most prominent memories I have of him is of him singing the "Swedish Chef Song"? Highly suspect. And now that I'm wise to him, why is it that he won't sing it any more? Hmmm. Also, the Chef doesn't speak another language besides his native Swedish, but occasionally he will let an English word slip. Ha! Caught you! The list goes on and on, but I don't want to belabor the point. There must have been a reason for this dual identity and I wouldn't want to blow too much of his cover. But just one more thing... they have never been photographed together.

Well happy birthday brother, your secret is safe with me... and the people who read this blog.

-Amy