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!

Monday, October 22, 2012

Bueller? Bueller?

These days I can completely relate to the way Ferris Bueller felt when he said, "Life moves pretty fast.  If you don't stop and look around once in awhile you could miss it."

Our life is full - how can it not be with a family of six!  There is nothing earth-shattering or noteworthy going on.  We spend the majority of our days in the ordinary ~ attempting to find balance and remain content with where we are and what we are accomplishing today.
Trust me ordinary is good!  We've lived our shared of extraordinary and those times can be stressful and trying.  I have friends who are in the extraordinary right now, and I am hopeful that I can be a support to them while being thankful to be in the place where I am ~ where we are.

Some things remain constant ~ The kitchen and laundry are my full-time job while I also attempt to keep the remainder of my house reasonable clean and be present for my family and friends. 

I continue to find myself in the kitchen a lot.  This is, in part, because there is always something to be done in the kitchen.  There is always something to plan, prepare, or clean.  The other side of why you find me there is purely selfish.  It is the one place in our life where I feel like I actually accomplish something.  I can, day in and day out, plan a meal, prepare that meal, serve that meal, and then clean up after that meal.  Daily.  Times three.  For six.
If you don't find me in the kitchen, then please head down the hall to the laundry room.  I'll be there washing, folding, or ironing.  If I'm not there I probably should be.  I'll be back soon.

If you really need to find me yet the sink is full of dirty dishes and the laundry hampers are over-flowing then I'm probably taking a moment to play with my babies.  My babies and I are doing fun things like pajama rides, long, leisurely walks around town with unhurried stops to watch all varieties of construction vehicles.  We are making trips to the Tot Lot, the zoo, and the McWane Center.  We're reading lots and having other mamas over for lunch with their babies.  We're building train tracks and playing on the swing set.

The big two are enjoying school.  At least I think they are.  I know Stephen loves it and is doing well.  He came home reading a few weeks ago.  That makes this mama so happy and so thankful that he is in kindergarten and not a 5K program somewhere else. 

Nine weeks into school and I still can't get a good read on Mary Frances.  I think she likes it fine and is doing okay, but she likes her friends and gymnastics more.  I'm particularly looking forward to her conference to visit with her teacher and really know what is going on the classroom.

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