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, March 9, 2014

A New Love

Last spring, I joked that Stephen had his first love.  That was, of course, baseball, and his affinity hasn't waned one bit in the last 12 months.  He has simply added a couple of new interests to the things he adores.
Once school began in August, Stephen was hit with the football bug, and it hasn't let up.  He loves everything about it.  He loves to play it.  He plays at school, in our yard, with friends.  He loves to watch it.  Some love to just watch "their" team.  Not Stephen, he loves to watch it all.  He doesn't really care who is playing or at what level.  It can be high school, college, or the NFL, and he wants to sit and watch.  Actually, this has been a good way to learn about the game.  He has picked up the language and definitely understands the nuances of how it is played.  On occasion, he is even known to sleep with his football.
So for Christmas, Mary Frances received a chess set, and that is Stephen's new love.  We have had a long, dreary, cold, and wet winter, so there has been ample time for inside activity.  Stephen is always looking for someone to play in chess.  Unfortunately, I don't really know how to play.   He has taught me the rules, but quite honestly I don't really want to devote the time to truly understanding them.  Mary Frances knows the gist of how to play but most of the time she can't be bothered with her little brother and Walker has know desire to learn.

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