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!
Saturday, May 17, 2014
A Pink Eye
We have been sickly this week. Walker and Betsy have both had pink eye. As you might remember from your own childhood, this ailment is extremely contagious so the mother in me is just waiting for the next one to fall.
Betsy woke up Thursday and Friday unable to open an eye. She was pretty precious about it, and we quickly made that part better. Medicine can be an amazing thing. One dose of eye drops in the affected eye and it was better. Don't worry, we will continue the course of treatment because we don't want it to come back.
Our neighbors had their fourth birthday party on Thursday afternoon. Because Betsy's eyes weren't clear, she wasn't able to go. I anticipated a meltdown on her part. Not the case. After taking Mary Frances next door, Betsy and I came home to prepare supper. I thought she might want to be my sous chef. She had a different agenda. She asked if she could put on her princess costume and dance.
We put on the costume and I found the Frozen soundtrack on my phone and she danced.
Truly, she entertained herself for over an hour dancing.
She never complained once that she couldn't go to the party. Instead, she kept telling me that she wasn't able to go because of "a pink eye".