End of Summer 2010

YES, this is a huge ray that Charles is putting back in the water. Kids loved it.
Sightseeing on the trolley with me, good ole MOM!




I love this picture. A father and son looking out on the water in the evening.



Wow, what are you going to give to the world, child?




What to Build, What to Build





Every day is a chance to make something new. At one point this afternoon, my son had a Pepsi 24-pack container on his head as a beautifully bright-colored shield/helmet. And tonight my sweet little sister-in-law delivered her new baby! Not quite the same, but the point is that each day something changes, and that is a welcome thought. In these pictures, Trip and Will are enjoying the spring weather and have decided to make a tank with this box. Video of how it turned out is on Facebook. Or should be if everything works out.

Will's Birthday Rising Out of the Long Cold Winter of 2010






I cannot believe baby Will is six. I know Moms say that all the time and it is pretty boring to read, but too bad. This is my blog. Dear reader, can you tell I have been under some strain these recent months? Well, I rectified that! We got our new dog Beans to celebrate Will's #6 birthday. We took him to Kindergarten for cupcakes with the class. Basically, we all have really enjoyed Beans' total takeover of our lives the last few weeks. Well, strike that. Ha, ha - I have really enjoyed it, funny enough. Beans is a sweet little naughty French Bulldog and I am glad to be his new owner. He relieves stress and makes me smile.

Holiday Season Nonsense

All of these photos are out of order. And due to major technical foul-ups over here they will be for my blog posts forthcoming about the holidays. But that is what makes life special. There is just no reason to get it perfect. The above picture is Cullen on Charles' Ruckus. Hilarious.

What is up! Final product - Thanksgiving turkey cooked by CULLEN!
Sillybandz up close. We have what seems like thousands of these.

Cullen and Charles discussing important topics of national interest while preparing turkey.

Cullen washing turkey that has been soaking (not the right term...) overnight. I like the picture on the side of the green bucket the turkey was in! These pictures are going backwards.

Summer is for Suckers (VIII)

One week until school starts. Swimming is the best thing for all that pent up craziness. The bears get more brown as the summer wears on.....
Here's two folks that have a lot of pinazz.

Ohh! Get in that picture with those boys Anne Wes!











Summer is for Suckers (VII)

There was a pipeline being replaced across the street and it was very interesting to watch. Especially for Will, and monkey.














Summer is for Suckers (VI)

Every afternoon for a week, Trip, Grayson and Cortland played some driveway ball. The concrete field was complete with sidewalk chalk lines.














Summer is for Suckers (V)

Will got to go to art camp at Watkins College this summer. What a neat week. The best part was getting to drive across town twice a day every day just the two of us. And he brought home some great pieces of art!





Summer is for Suckers (IV)

The water gun fight - the kids love it.





Summer is for Suckers (III)

This is what June starts out looking like for us. This is standing at the top of the field looking down. The kids are all about to start the water-gun fight. So Kevin is laying out the rules. No shooting above the shoulders.
My beautiful beautiful five-year-old.

Okay, super cheeseball. Here's dinner!!!!


From 'To A Young Son' by Julia Johnson Davis

In your face I sometimes see
Shadowings of the man to be,
And eager, dream of what my son
Will be in twenty years and one.

But when you are to manhood grown
And all your manhood ways are known,
Then shall I, wistful, try to trace
The child you once were in your face?

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MY LITTLE ONE - By Tennessee Williams

My little one whose tongue is dumb, whose fingers cannot hold to things, who is so mercilessly young, he leaps upon the instant things, I hold him not.

Indeed, who could? He runs into the burning wood. Follow, follow if you can! He will come out grown to a man and not remember whom he kissed, who caught him by the slender wrist and bound him by a tender yoke which, understanding not, he broke.

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We are so very glad that you are happy...
long may you keep so, my dear boy...
May you go on as well
as you have begun.
- Charles Darwin

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