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!

Friday, January 29, 2010

Ten Til'

In fact it was exactly 4:50 when I heard the first peep. I was awake which is my own insanity, but to have children awake at that ungodly hour makes for a long day. I had taken my first sip of coffee. The computer was booting up while I was looking over my calendar and "to do" list trying to arrange our day. I stopped, took a deep breath and walked to the other side of the house all the while thinking surely I would get him to go back down. No such luck, in fact Mary Frances was awake too. For about 15 minutes we attempted to snuggle together and go back to sleep, but I quickly realized I was fighting a losing battle so we got up. We made our way to the other side of the house as I am mentally thinking how can I rearrange this day so that it is not a complete disaster especially knowing that we were scheduled to be at the church for Faith Alive until almost 9:00.

Some pictures to capture our morning before our scooter woke up at 8:00.

The two year old mentality - I can do it all by myself!

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