And Kind. Don't forget Kind.

I found this on one of our tables. (Don't look at the mess in the room.)
I hope it came from the goodness of the Big Guy's heart and not a subtle hint for his parents.

Umen Mitt

The Big Guy back when he was little. I found this picture and remembered how fascinated he was with "umen mits". I think I might have actually been baking back in those days where he would see them a lot. I'm sure Baby Girl doesn't know what one is. She is too interested in her shoes anyway.

Floods

Wow. That picture is really small. Oh well. We are fine down here in Georgia. I can't say the same for a lot of people. A few miles away things are bad. We must be on a hill.

Dreaming of the Beach

Not really. Today I am happy enough to be lazy at home and not do anything. I would like some more of that chocolate ice cream, though. It I had it I wouldn't share with Baby Girl this time.

No Title Because I Can't Think of One

The good news is that I found my little camera this morning. I most definitely will download all my summer pictures from it at least by week after next. If I get around to it, that is.

That bad news is that the picture you have to look at now is from May 2005 (I am totally guessing). It is Jane Fonda at the Fox Theater. I think this is my first celebrity post and possibly my last (unless you count my ramblings about the Bachelorette...and did you see that guy had a girlfriend(s)!!!!!).

9/9/09

I know about the white shoes but not sure about popsicles

Posting a few summery pics before Labor Day gets here. Is it okay to post Popsicles after Labor Day?

Come out, Papa Smurf

Look at these mushrooms. Weird.

Still here

Hi. It is me. I am still in the world.

This is just a post to let you know I am alive using the only picture I had on my desktop. I haven't downloaded pictures of my own kids in over a month. TERRIBLE. I know. When I do I can make up for lost time and post 15 times in one week.

Lots of life going on here - trying to keep up with it. :-)

My husband told me tonight that next year when our oldest is 9, he will be half way through his time living with us in our house (theoretically, right?). I started crying. It was really eye-opening for me.