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!

Thursday, May 15, 2014

Play Dough, Scissors, Markers, Glue...

Those are all things that this mama allows in this house that my husband would rather not have.
This image encapsulates why those items are allowed in our house.  

It was a rare rainy evening!  It was 5:45.  Bathes were taken. Pajamas were on.  Supper was simmering'.  Mary Frances and I were playing a game.  Walker and Stephen were playing upstairs.

Betsy found some materials that Walker had forgotten (or more likely chosen not) to put away, and she occupied herself making pictures for her teachers - Ms. Rushton and Ms. Marleisha.  As we were cleaning the kitchen, Mary Frances noticed the pictures and with surprise asked if Betsy created them.  Yes, she did - with no help or direction from anyone else!

The image is also indicative of the week we have had.  I've kept my pediatrician's office in business!  We have had two cases of pink eye.   We've had one infected wound that had to be drained, and we have one camp form that needs to be returned yet I can't get in to see the doc until mid June!  

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