March Inn

Why"March Inn?" March Inn was the name of that magic place where I spent my summers growing up. I have alluded to this place before, and I probably will again. March Inn is no longer standing. The waters of Katrina rendered it unlivable so my children will never know that "March Inn." That makes me sad. In fact it brings me to tears whenever I think about it. I want my children to have their own "March Inn," and I want to capture our lives as they are growing and changing. I invite you to "march inn" to our lives. My hope is that you will catch glimpses of the real world. You will see our creations. You will see our chaos. You will see our affection. You will also see our frustrations, fears, and disappointments. Enjoy your march!

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Christmas Comes Early

We typically travel for Christmas so we celebrate early with the in town family. This year it was the five of us and Frank's parents.
This is Walker's first Christmas experience, and this mommy is so curious what he is thinking.
"What's this? A present?"

"I think it's for me. What is it?" The package was opened and Mary Frances and Stephen both stopped what they were doing to come over and inspect. Mary Frances was overheard saying, "Oh, Walker it's a turtle to hold bath toys. You are going to have so much fun with it."

And now back to business...

It's the little things.

And now for Mommy's gift...
which is an enormous bulletin board to hang in the office {turned playroom} to house all of the wonderful artwork that comes into this house. I can't wait for it to be hung! Check back later to see.
And one last picture from the evening...

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