Thursday, July 31, 2008

Sleeping Beauty

Doug scared the you-know-what out of me when he came upstairs and asked me where Brad was--his door was open but he wasn't in his bed. Then we noticed our bedroom door was closed. Brad had gone into our room, shut the door, moved the pillows around and gotten himself comfortable.

Monday, July 28, 2008

Anne Baker, Mess-Maker

It started out innocently enough--using a fork with relatively clean hands...

But then we can't get the cake onto the fork without some help...

So let's forget about the fork all together and just shove it in.

Wait! There is one spot on my body that isn't covered in frosting--oh, nevermind.

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Gray icing! I can't even begin to think how you would make gray icing!*

After we visited the spina bifida clinic last week, our dear friend Miss Kay sent a Thomas cake home for Bradford. I don't think I have ever seen him so excited!

What could possibly be in this box?

Could it be...

Yes, it is! A Thomas cake! The best part about this cake (at least, to me) is that all of the parts can be reused--I saved them all and I'll be using them again to make a cake for Brad's 4th birthday. It should be pretty easy--the cake was basically three layers--I figure I'll need about four sheet cakes to recreate this (though I may try to scale it down--this was a HUGE cake).

Brad just loved this cake, but someone enjoyed it more--come back tomorrow for the pics!

*Bonus points for you if you can name that movie (one of my all time favorites!)

Saturday, July 26, 2008

Don't Worry...

...I'll still keeping posting pics of the kids here. I actually have some great ones that I need to get up. I've just been busy keeping up with the other blog. More pics will come ASAP!

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Surprises all around...

First the bad. We visited the Myelo Clinic at Duke today and Brad is going to need new orthotics. Braces, actually, that will come up his leg and end just below the knee. And he'll most likely have to wear them until he's a teenager.

The urologist said that we should wait another six months before performing a test of Brad's bladder, which will involve catheterizing. Fine with me--let's postpone that as long as possible. We'll see him again in January.

The other physicians will see him back next year, and in the meantime we'll get those braces fitted.

Now the good.

I've been working on a new blog! Ever since I quit my job, I've been wanting to post more text rather than pictures. But this blog is supposed to be about the kids--we all know why you people come here--it's not for the ravings of a media-hating, bread-making, car-seat-safety-Nazi mommy--it's for the pics. Of the cute kids.

So I started a new blog. This blog is anonymous, so I won't link back to this blog from the new blog, though all of you will know who Mrs. Sprinkles really is. It will allow me a forum for my brilliant thoughts (take a moment to laugh...okay....moving on), it will allow me to freely post comments on other people's blogs without drawing them back here, and it will spare you all my ravings and give you what you most desire--the kids.

Having said all that, please feel free to click on through to the new blog and offer feedback.


Counting Sprinkles

Tune in Thursday... which point all will be revealed!

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Tweetsie, Part III

Bradford loved Miners Mountain, and he loved this airplane. Along with the Tweetsie Twister (which we rode six times!!) they were his favorite.

Bradford wanted to get on the horse. He then said, "Giddy-up horsie!" He wanted to know why the horse didn't move. A reference is important here. Often just before I give him his bath we ride the horse - that is he sits on my knee and the "horse" starts out slowly. It then stops and he says, "Giddy-up horsie." We then go very fast as I bounce him on my knee. He didn't understand why this horse wouldn't break into a gallop until I told him it was plastic. To which he said, "Yep - I wondered why it wasn't breathing."

Monday, July 21, 2008

Tweetsie, Part II

Bradford wanted to ride the sky lift up to Miners Mountain. He was a bit frightened at first, but managed to get on and make the trip. Here is shot when we had just sat down on the lift.

And here you have Mr. Bradford on the lift as we rose up the mountain taking it all in. Of course - notice the fingers. Sorry - I still think that is cute!

The view from the lift - simply breathtaking. It was a gorgeous day and the breeze kept us cool. We were thankful. While we were riding up the lift, Bradford looked over at me and said, "God made the mountains and God made the trees." To which I replied that he was right. He then said, "I'm thankful for the mountains." When he does stuff like this, I simply can't believe it. It always causes me to tear up a bit!

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Somewhere between Middle Fork Baptist Church and Tweetsie Railroad

Okay - imagine my surprise when we are walking to the Ferris Wheel and I pass by this sign. I wondered what this sign meant - was there once a church here? There is a message here about the grounds where a Baptist church once stood now being populated by an amusement park. I will let my buddy, Dr. Nathan Finn, who is a church historian look this up and find out more about this church. Just beyond that fence in the background is a cemetery.

Yep - if Nicole would have been with us, she would have said this is from God, with a sigh. Only I would depart the grounds on the way to the Ferris Wheel to look at a graveyard. (Honey - if Nathan were with me, he would have done the same thing.) Obviously, this was the graveyard of the Middle Fork Baptist Church. There were even some recent burials there. Again, the irony of it all struck me with great force. A cemetery next to an amusement park.

This headstone was broken and lay on the ground. As I passed by and read this man's name I couldn't help but wonder who he was, how he lived his life, and how he died. Was he a faithful member of the Middle Fork Baptist Church? Was he a Christian? He was born before the Civil War and died two years before my father was born. What mattered to him? Did he marry? Did he have children? What did he look like?

I imagine few people even knew he existed in this world. It was a sobering reminder to me about the transitory state of this life. None of us knows what tomorrow will bring. As the Bible says, "What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes." James 4:14.

I must say, as I stood there with my son, I wondered if people (or even my son) would one day be standing over my grave. I do not even know the name of my great grandparents or where they are buried. Why would I think my grandchildren would even know me? Bradford never met my father or mother.

It was then Bradford asked me if I knew this man. I told him no, but I told him that one day this man - like all others in this cemetery - would be raised and come back to life in their bodies. I told him that Jesus said this would happen, and that Jesus would send some to heaven and others away from his presence. I told him that one day soon - though it may seem like a long time to us - this would happen.

I realized at the very moment the radical absurdity of the gospel. How could all of this be true? How could the bones of a man who had been dead going on for one hundred years and whose headstone was broken in a cemetery of a church that no longer existed near an amusement park be raised just as Jesus said in John 5:28-29? It is by faith granted to us by the Holy Spirit of God that I believe this to be true. I believe that the same power that raised Jesus from his own grave will one day do the same for us.

I couldn't help but think of Tony Snow, whose funeral was this week. One hundred years from now (if the Lord tarries) he will be no more remembered than this Moses Johnson in this very cemetery. On that final day when Christ returns, however, it will matter only if he is remembered by Jesus and is raised to life forevermore. I can understand the skeptics and their trouble with this sort of fairy tale. Without God's help I couldn't believe this gospel either.

And then we turned and went to ride the Ferris wheel. I will never forget that experience. Its sobering reality still causes me to pray and look to Christ for help and mercy.

"Don't be amazed at this, because the time is approaching when everyone in their graves will hear the Son of Man's voice and will come out-those who have done what is good to the resurrection that leads to life, and those who have practiced what is evil to the resurrection that ends in condemnation." John 5:29-29.

Tweetsie, Part I

This was Bradford's first sight of the train, and he was, shall we say, quite excited. He was jumping up and down and wanted to look at the train upclose. He notices every detail; talks about the big wheels; the coal car; the water; the water tower; and the color - "gween" - of the train. And so after months of waiting - we boarded the Tweetsie Railroad Train.
Brad was very excited when we actually got on the train. And here we are about five minutes from pulling out of the station. The conductor had just said, "all aboard!" This was Bradford's reaction caught in real time here.

And here comes the train around the bend after another ride around the mountain. Bradford wanted to watch it time and again.

Saturday, July 19, 2008


Brad has been looking forward to this day ever since we moved to North Carolina! Tweetsie is not too far from where we stayed in Asheville, so Doug took Brad over for the day, and you can see by the timestamp they're getting an early start! (Anne and I stayed home--she would have been Miss Crankypants without a nap) Both Dad and Brad had a great time! More pics to follow...

Friday, July 18, 2008

At the Lodge

The place where we stayed has three very comfortable rocking chairs on the porch, as you can see.

Almost ready...

...I'm almost ready to unveil the surprise!

No Regrets

It's been two and a half months since I stopped working, and I do not miss working at all. I thought that when I left DC I'd miss my job terribly, and I did--while I was working here in NC. I was constantly comparing the two places of employment and was just miserable. But now that I'm not working at all, I don't miss either job.

I am so grateful to be able to be at home with my children. Yes, it's hard. Yesterday Brad dumped cheerios everywhere, was disciplined, and then did it again 30 minutes later. Anne broke a glass and Brad broke a bowl. We had three dirty diapers and Brad knocked his head against a concrete wall and then fell off a chair and hit it again. Anne wiped peanut butter on a fabric covered chair. This was all in one day, mind you.

But we also ate popcorn, and ran races, and colored pictures, and put together puzzles, and built a lego castle, said memory verses, and laughed and played.

It can often be difficult to be content in our seasons of life--too often we spend our time pining for the things that almost were or could've been, and we don't savor the here and now. I'm grateful to be at home, and I'm grateful that for just this once, I'm savoring the here and now.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

The Early Bird

Watching trains on YouTube. This one is his current favorite.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Miss Anne

Brad received this whistle in Sunday School for reciting his memory verses correctly. As you can see, Anne Whenever she blows into it, a tiny little noise comes out and she laughs hilariously, as if that's the funniest thing she's ever heard!

Monday, July 14, 2008

Silly Kid

Brad put his pj's on all by himself (you can tell because the shirt is backwards). Does he look a little thicker in the midsection than usual? That's because he put them on over his clothes--he's got his shorts and t-shirt on underneath!

Oh, and this is what he looks like now whenever we ask him to smile. He gives us the goofiest smiles!

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Norfolk, Part II

Bradford loves weather. Here he is at a computer which teaches about tornadoes -or "nadoes" as Bradford calls them. He is drawn to computers and shows some careful skill in navigating some of the programs.
Here we have two budding civil engineers who carefully played in the water with the boats. After this little experience, they both needed a big towel because their clothes were wet. They really enjoyed this exhibit.

Saturday, July 12, 2008


I'm working on a project that I'm very excited about. I can't wait to let you all in on the secret, but I need to iron a few things out first. Keep checking back--I think in the next week or so all will be revealed...

In case you're wondering: no, I'm not pregnant!


I (Doug) recently took Bradford and Anne to one of my favorite cities - Norfolk, VA. At one time a dear friend was stationed there at Naval Station - Norfolk. I always love seeing the big ships on the Elizabeth River. It truly is always an inspiring place for me. I took Bradford and Anne to the Nauticus Museum where the USS Wisconsin is decommissioned and moored for all the world to see.

Whenever we enter a ship or something that looks like a ship, Bradford always wants to climb in the Captain's chair. No sooner had we walked into this area of the museum, Bradford climbed up in the chair and wanted me to take his picture. I told him to smile, and this is what he did. I must say, the older he grows, the funnier my little man becomes.
There was a new exhibit here that simulated the work of an underwater crane. Bradford loved it. He worked and worked with it. He learned to pick up objects as if they were underwater.

Not to be outdone, Anne was eager to get into the act. I continue to be amazed at her. She is absolutely so independent and fearless. As you can see, this little girl was quick to explore while her big brother works "underwater."

Friday, July 11, 2008

Dinner with Oma

One of the best things about moving to NC is being near my grandmother. Though I'm still a little intimidated about cooking for her (she is a gourmet chef who doesn't use recipes), she comes over a few times a month for dinner. Tonight we had spiedies with zucchini and yellow squash on the grill, risotto, salad, and lemon meringue pie (made by Oma) for dessert. Brad and Oma are here playing the hand game while we wait for daddy to finish grilling (I'm so glad that it's the men, and not the women, that have to stand outside on a hot night next to a hotter grill while we get to sit inside in the a/c--thank you, honey!).

Thursday, July 10, 2008

Doug's Trip to the Founder's Conference

My recent trip to the Founders Conference was a wonderful time of worship and instruction for me. The entire week was also an experience in the fellowship of the saints. Such fellowship always gives me a better understanding and deeper appreciation for heaven and the abode of that everlasting throng which is, even now, gathered around the throne of God.

Men such as Fred Malone, Phil Newton, Joe Nesom, Tom Ascol, Bill Ascol, Don Whitney, and Mark Dever have built and invested time and teaching into my life. I have learned more about Jesus, the Bible, the church, marriage, parenting, and spiritual disciplines because these men have lived than I could have ever known apart from their witness.

The man pictured in this picture is one of my heroes whom I greatly admire, cherish, and love. Dr. Tom Nettles is a gift to the church of Jesus Christ and particularly to Southern Baptists. His books have instructed many, but his life has encouraged me personally. The time I have spent with him over many years are memories which I hold dear to my heart.

I can vividly remember a sermon he preached 14 years ago from Galatians 1:1-6. It was one of the finest sermons I've ever heard. His teaching at one of the youth camps I attended over ten years ago on heaven and how the Lord Jesus Christ will one day explain all of life to us and reveal to us plainly his providential dealings in our days have encouraged me in dark days. He has read Scripture to me, prayed with me, loved me, written letters to me, laughed with me, and served me in so many ways.

All evangelicals are in his debt.

We are now all getting a bit older. The death of Dr. Bush earlier this year brought home to me the reality that soon so many of these great men like Dr. Nettles will soon depart this life. I pray the Lord will give them many more years, but I am aware that soon their labors here shall be done.

One of the things that keeps me up at night is who will step up and attend to the leadership posts filled by men like Tom Nettles. Perhaps it will be men like Jeff Robinson (who is pictured with me in this portrait), Nathan Finn, or Andy Davis.

I will never forget the time I spent with Dr. Nettles this year, and I continue to pray that God would use this man for His own glory.


It's been awhile since a medical update, but not much has happened. I still have all of the physical pain--my back has been particularly bad the past week. The fatigue and dizziness has lessened. The short-term memory and being able to finish sentences has gotten worse. Brad finishes my sentences now--a three-year-old finishes my sentences--which means I can't recall words that a three-year-old knows.

I had an appointment with my neurologist on Tuesday and came away a bit discouraged. Each time I go the nurse asks a series of questions ("what year is it, what floor are you on") and gives me simple tasks. I was asked to remember three words, then spell a different word backwards, and then repeat the three words. I could only recall two. :( Definitely not a good sign. It was a really easy task and last time it was no problem for me.

Anyway, the neurologist said he's basically checking everything and stretching things out so that enough time can pass between my first MRI and my future MRI. In order to see the changes in the brain lesions that would indicate MS, time needs to pass. I think about six months is standard, but I see him again in August, so we'll see what he says.

I also had a visit with the rheumatologist, and though he drew eleven vials of blood, he does not think he'll find anything--I don't really have any symptoms. As for the back, he thinks it's a strain and it will go away eventually (though I've had the strain for about two months now!).

Please pray for me:
1. That my neurological deterioration would slow or stop.
2. That my back pain would go away or lessen.
3. That we get a diagnosis and treatment plan soon.

One of the most frustrating things about this is not having a clear diagnosis so that we can begin treatment. I've been feeling odd since mid-March, and I don't expect to have a diagnosis any sooner than September, if then. Six months is a long time to feel unwell with no firm treatment plan.

*UPDATED* I forgot to add this: the neurologist looked over a sleep study I had done and concluded that while I don't have sleep apnea, I do have, in his words, "crummy sleep" possibly due to Restless Legs Syndrome (RLS). So he put me on this medicine which I really do not like. Yes, I move a lot less during the night, but because I move less, my back gets stiff, and I wake up in a lot of pain in the morning. Plus I'm dizzy and tired when I wake up. I plan on taking this just long enough to prove that my memory loss is not caused by crummy sleep (hopefully only until my next visit) and then going off it. Yuck.

Tuesday, July 08, 2008

My Sweet Husband

I've been at home a full two months now, and I've had a chance to see what has been working for us in terms of our schedule, and what has not. I needed some time to sit down and do some thinking about priorities for the kids, our home, and our general routine. Carolyn Mahaney & Co. suggest a mini-retreat once or twice a year in the book Shopping for Time as a way to fully maximize each season of your life.

So on July 5th, Doug took the kids to Norfolk for the day while I stayed home to have my little retreat. It was so fruitful--I came away refreshed, with a clear plan for some areas of neglect and some new ideas for the kids. We're two days into our new week, and I can see that the time was well spent.

For example, one small change with a huge benefit was just writing down what I'd clean when--I actually stole SimpleMom's checklist. Now after breakfast, instead of going to the Y immediately, we spend 30 minutes cleaning something (Mondays are bathrooms, Tuesdays are bedrooms, etc.) before we go to the Y. It's so nice to sit down during naptime and know that I've gotten my least favorite part of the day out of the way early. And it gives me a sense of accomplishment that spurs me on to get other things done. Plus, I love checking off each room and watching the list grow smaller as the week goes by. It's all about the little things.

I'm so grateful to have a husband willing to do this, who loves to spend time with his children and is unselfish about giving me this time. Thank you, honey!


Anne had her 18-month checkup recently, and we were pleased to learn that she's off the charts for height and in the 80th percentile for weight. She's almost 35 inches, and 27.5 pounds. I can't believe she had her 18-month checkup. It seems like just yesterday she was a little baby!

I'm convinced that she has her father's memory (Doug could probably tell you the contents of a conversation over breakfast three years ago). Whenever I take Brad to the doctor, he has a good time playing and laughing and talking with the nurse and doctor. Until it's time for a shot, and then he screams. Anne, however, is quite different. As soon as the nurse entered the room, Anne scrunched up her face into a big frown and said, "No." Very firmly. "Nnnno." With a big ferocious look designed to scare off the poor nurse. She was not happy again until the nurse opened the door to leave, and then Anne was all smiles, "Bye-bye! Bye-bye!" That is, until the nurse came back with her last vaccine....

Saturday, July 05, 2008

Oh my

I just checked the weather, and it is supposed to rain for the next 10 days!!

CVS Loot this week

Retail value of items purchased:

Actual out of pocket expense:

Extra Care Bucks Earned:

CVS essentially paid me $17.59 to shop at their store this week.

Am I good, or am I good? :)

Friday, July 04, 2008

Happy 4th!

We had a great Fourth, and I hope you all did too!

We had three couples over, two that we know from church, and one that Doug knows from work--it was actually the first time I met Lee & Lara. All together we had eight adults and five children. We had a blast. Lee & Lara's son, Braden, is two months older than Brad, and Nathan & Leah's daughter, Georgia, is two months older than Anne. The kids had a great time together. Braden and Brad and Georgia were tearing around the house while Anne was trying to keep up.

Some funny highlights from the evening:

Brad: Bye-bye! [waving to another couple leaving]
Braden: [thinking Brad is talking to him] I'm not leaving yet. I'm staying for another month.

Nicole brings out hummus to supplement the fast-disappearing salsa and guacamole.
Nathan: What?! We're having hummus on the fourth of July?!

Nathan walks upstairs from the basement with an armful of books from Doug's study.
Leah: [to Nathan] Honey, as long as you're not spending money on them, I'm fine with it.
Nicole: [to Doug] As long as those books are going and not coming, I'm fine with it.

Can you tell our husbands are theologians? With a LOT of books? :) I actually sent Doug downstairs to bring up the folding chairs, and of course all the guys went with him, and we ladies didn't see them again for a half hour. When they returned, they were all carrying books and no folding chairs!!

Seriously, though, we had a great time. Towards the end of celebration, the dads and kids went out front on the lawn and we ladies chatted inside. It's so good to get together and have Christian fellowship, and I was especially glad to have found a new friend in Lara. I'm so grateful that we have this home, that we can entertain, and that we have friends, that want to come and be entertained!

Thursday, July 03, 2008

Married Life

When I was in high school, we all had to take a health class. The teacher in my class went on and on about healthy relationships, giving two teachers (who she did not name) as an example of an unhealthy one. Apparently these two married teachers taught at the same school, at lunch together, and did everything outside of work together. My health teacher thought this was abnormal and unhealthy.

While Doug and I don't work together, we do a lot of things together. In fact, rare is the day that we do not speak three or four times on the phone--just checking in with each other.

One of the things I really appreciate about Doug is that he always takes my calls. Even if he's in a meeting and can't talk, he'll step out, just to make sure it's not urgent, and ask if he can call back. And then he does. In fact, I need to be careful not to call him too much (unless I know he is out of the office) because he is in a lot of meetings!

We spend a lot of time talking when he gets home from work, and tend to spend our evenings together as well, and on the weekends, of course, we are all together.

Granted, we don't work together, but I wonder if my health teacher would think this is abnormal. I think it's perfectly normal, and more than that, healthy! I'm not sure you can spend too much time talking or being together in marriage--I think it just makes the marriage stronger. It's funny what we remember from school. :)

Eating bon-bons

As everyone knows, we stay at home moms just sit around and eat bon-bons all day long. Here is a typical day.

7:00 Brad wakes me up and we read a book. We then get Anne up and go downstairs for breakfast.

7:45 We go upstairs and get dressed. I pack my bag for the Y and fix Anne's hair while she brushes her teeth (it's not so much brushing as it is chewing on a toothbrush).

8:30 We get in the car and drop off (yet another) new prescription at CVS on the way to the Y. I drop the kids off at their classes, putting a name tag on Anne and handing her the diaper pouch. She takes it and toddles into her class and hands it to her teacher, as usual. I go upstairs to work out and Brad waves to me as his class goes to the playground. After I'm done with my workout I shower, get dressed, and pick the kids up. We stop at CVS to pick up the prescription and Brad asks me if it has been "filled up."

10:45 We arrive home and I get the vacuum and start cleaning out the car. After a 1300 mile trip this past week, the car is, frankly, filthy. Anne plays in the car and Brad "cleans" his bike while I vacuum and tidy up.

11:15 We go inside and make grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch. After lunch the kids play on the deck while I clean up the kitchen and start another loaf in the bread machine. Since I have the vacuum downstairs anyway, I end up vacuuming the kitchen floor after Anne dumps a box of Triscuits upside down on it.

Noon Anne goes down for her nap and Brad and I read a book and then he goes down, too.

12:30 I go downstairs and assess the state of the pantry (after a week away it's pretty bare) while planning the menu for the next week and making a grocery list. I then start putting Doug's expenses in his online report.

2:00 Brad comes downstairs and we snuggle for a bit and read another book. We then go upstairs and get Anne up.

2:30 We all get in the car and go to Harris Teeter to take advantage of their sale on Coke Zero--Daddy's favorite--(not to mention their free cookies and balloons) and then head to BJs for gas and groceries.

3:30 On the way back from BJs we stop at Daddy's office and say hi--Daddy's office is on the way to BJs and every time we go Brad asks me to call Daddy and see if he's in a meeting. The kids shriek with joy when they see their father.

3:45 The kids were good at the store, and I promised them a car wash for good behavior, so we stop and get the car washed. The kids have fun watching all of the water and soap get put on the car. Anne especially thinks this is hilarious.

4:00 Home again. I take out the freshly baked loaf and set another one starting in the machine. I put the groceries away while the kids alternately help and eat an entire package of raspberries.

4:15 At Brad's request, I make the kids a snack of tomatoes, basil, and mozzarella and we all go upstairs to the playroom for some down time. Brad and I read a book while Anne plays with legos.

5:15 The kids go to their rooms for some quiet play time, while I change laundry loads and tidy up the house.

5:45 Quiet play time is over, and we get dinner ready, which is meatloaf that I had previously made and frozen.

6:00 Daddy comes home and we all eat dinner.

6:30 Daddy gives the kids baths and puts them to bed, while I clean up the kitchen and finish up the expense reports I was working on earlier in the day.

8:00 I make popcorn, and Daddy and I watch Cold Mountain together (a really great movie--I can't believe I hadn't seen it before--I can see why Renee Zellweger won an Oscar for that role).

10:30 Time for bed.

This is a fairly typical day. Obviously I only go shopping once a week, so if we're not shopping in the afternoons, we'll usually have about 15 minutes of "school" time. I try to do a craft as well, and there is never a lack of cleaning to do or trains to be played with.

Oh yeah, and this doesn't count all of the dirty diapers, memory verses, random snuggling, sudden huge disasters and clean up times (like the time Anne dumped a carton of blueberries out and mashed them into the floor), etc. I have never been more busy--I am so much more active as a homemaker than I ever was in an office. I've been doing this full-time-mom thing two months now, and let me tell you, it is exhausting!

For all the women who say they would be bored at home, or that there would be nothing to do, or that work would be more exciting, or's not! I'm busier now than I ever have been, as you can see. Compared to this, work in an office is easy! That's not to say that I don't love this--I'm so grateful my husband provides for us so well, that I am able to do this. It is the best job in the world!

Cool Dude

Shhh...don't tell Daddy I was playing with his glasses!

Wednesday, July 02, 2008

Anne's First Boat Ride

This was Anne's first time in the boats at Pullen Park. I wasn't sure if she'd actually stay seated for the whole ride, but she did. Brad was nonchalant about the whole thing, but Anne was excited!

Tuesday, July 01, 2008

Early Bird

I think it's still a little early for Miss Anne to be up.


My sister and I used to run around in our father's t-shirts and use them as nightgowns. Now my son is using my husband's. So cute, and a little nostalgic!