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!

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

One Hundred and One

Today is the 101st day of school for my elementary age children, and we have another delayed start.  I'll save that for another day.  Stephen celebrated the event in his class yesterday.  He was instructed to bring 100 small items.

This is what he took to share with his class:
Yes, of course he took legos.  He has been waiting an entire year to get to do this.  Seriously!

We didn't count, but it looks like they played with at least 100 Mardi Gras beads. 

For supper we had 100 pancakes and before bed my little ones got 100 kisses.
And then I cleaned my kitchen.  I promise it was completely clean, and the dishwasher was running when I left to pick Walker up from school.
A lot transpired between 2:00 and dinner.  At least it was clean and dishwasher running {again} before I retired for the evening.

There is no doubt that this kitchen works hard each and every day.

The good news is that my supper for this evening is already completed - an oldie but goodie but made completely from scratch.

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