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 7, 2011

Simple Pleasures

Today, I had it in my head that I would take the boys to the zoo. The sun was shining and the temperatures had warmed. I thought it was a perfect day to be outside and take advantage of a break from frigid temperatures! They had other plans...


They entertained themselves for the better part of an hour with the spray bottles I use when ironing.So, what did mom do while they were otherwise engaged. I worked on this basket...

I perpetually have an overflowing ironing basket. I'm embarrassed to tell you what you might find if you dig deep enough. Take for example, one night this week, I dumped the entire basket out to look for a lacy shirt for Walker to wear to have his two year old pictures taken. Sadly, by dumping the basket out, it looks more full than it did because it isn't packed down as well. Very discouraging for me!


If an article of clothing goes missing in our house, it is best to first check this basket. It doesn't matter how hard I try, I just can't stay on top of it. Yes, it drives me crazy and sends my cortisol levels up, but it is just how it is. I guess instead of going to bed, I should go iron a few articles of clothing, but my bed is calling my name. Maybe, no definitely, in the morning after I work on those thank you notes...

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