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 14, 2014

Brotherly Love

This post has been in the works for weeks.  My boys are having so much fun together these days.  

I finally relented and decided playing in the creek was a right of passage when living in Crestline so off they went on a brotherly adventure.
They share a room and sometimes a bed.
It is going to be nice for Walker to have a big brother at Crestline in the fall.

They went to Father-Son Camp at Alpine with Frank.  (I need to do a separate post on that.)
They thought it was cool that they were both on the White Sox baseball team.  Stephen even wrote to his "White Sox Brother" in his conversation journal one Friday.
Among other things, they went on adventures in the woods while Mary Frances played softball.
I think they are going to have a blast together while Mary Frances is at camp this summer.

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