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, January 23, 2011

Visitors from the South

I don't know about you, but when there is a new baby in the house our family lives for the weekend. This weekend was no exception... We are always so thankful to have daddy at home with us! Maybe we always live for the weekend, but it just seems more pronounced when there is a newborn at home.

Before I fill you in on our march, I want to share some pictures of Walker.

This was Friday at the breakfast table...I said, "let's pray" and looked up to see this angelic face sweetly folding his hands and waiting..

He is certainly warming to the idea of being a big brother...

On Saturday, we had visitors. In order to meet Betsy, my dad and his 93 year old mother made the 250+ mile jaunt to come visit us. We were touched and honored that they went to this effort. It was a quick turn around, but each of them was able to hold Betsy.

We were all able to visit and enjoy a tasty lunch ~ my boys {particularly Stephen LOVE my father}. My dad is great about loving and accepting them unconditionally.

Frank took Dad and Stephen down to inspect the progress on the house. {They are still working with the blocks to build the foundation though they did put in the fireplaces over the weekend.}

On Sunday, we had hopes of making it to church but woke up and realized it might be too much sugar for a nickle. Instead we were part of the "live listening audience" ~ something I didn't understand until having children but now feel so blessed by its presence.

Frank sat on the floor and played legos with the children for hours. We went to the storage unit to get some additional baby paraphernalia, the train set, and my non-maternity clothes {not that they are going to fit}, and I took a much needed nap.

And now for a sneak peak on my week...a baby bonnet for Betsy!

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