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!

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Really Anywhere...

How many times have I said that Stephen can fall asleep anywhere he gets still ~ Here's another picture of proof... Just in case you are wondering, I was in the dining room vacuuming Mary Frances' carseat so that I could get them all back into the car to head to the lake. First I heard screams of frustration that he couldn't undue the buckle followed quickly be snores.




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