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, April 1, 2011

And the Joke Is...

that it's really April 1st. Right? Tell me it's not true! I get to this place most years and feel completely overwhelmed ~ too many large incomplete projects ~ our taxes are in a file, my children's Easter clothes are in sacks, heaps or worse yet just thoughts in my head, huge gaps in spring/summer wardrobes. This year it's even worse because I still haven't sent out birth announcements of our sweet Betsy, and I have lists of thank you letters that need to be written and mailed. And oh yeah a house under construction. Instead of working on these tasks while I had helping hands ~ this is how I have I spent my day

And this is no joke ~ my children love each other dearly

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