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, May 15, 2013

Like Puppies

My next door neighbor is the mother of four children, and she is a pediatrician.  To me, this puts her in the category of being wise with little ones.  Once, when chit chatting in the front yard, she made the comment that young children sleep like puppies.  Those words stuck with me because it is so true.

Before crawling into my own bed Monday evening, I heard cries from upstairs.  I found this little one wide awake and terribly frustrated.  She was in bed with Mary Frances and Stephen yet I think she felt like the little one in Roll Over. Stephen was using her as a pillow.  While she loves the idea of sleeping with her siblings, I think she prefers to sleep alone.  As I covered her in her own bed she sighed as if to say, "I've got it all to myself".

I didn't snap a picture of the before, because I just wanted everyone to go back to sleep.  I did, however, run back downstairs to grab my camera to remember how my children love to sleep.


On the floor!

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