just a few pictures

So I took a few weeks off from blogging. I don't like going that long without updating! I have been busying myself with lots of other things... sewing, taxes, and switching the spring/winter clothes out to name a few. I have been so bad about grabbing the camera these last few months too! We have been doing a lot of playing the last few weeks. For the most part we have stayed sickenss free (knock on wood) except merrill has some sort of cold/fever thing right now. I am sure that I have the Y to thank for that!

We are getting geared up for warmer weather. I am so ready for parks, zoo, picnics, sidewalk chalk, and pool time! And, in a funny way... I am ready for Emery to be out of school too. We are coming off spring break and we had so much fun last week. Just playing around the house!
Merrill loves the stroller. I mean loves it. She is trying to learn how to strap herself in. Not a bad idea, huh? She pats emery's side of the stroller and really wants emery to just sit in there with her. Sweet emery just says, "no thank you merrill."

we had a trip to the zoo last week... along with every other nashville mom! way too many people....

the grass is always greener in someone else's stroller

nosey merrill peeking under an anonoymous friend's hooter hider

ahhhh yes.... accessories. Accessories are very big in this house. At any given point, you can find hats, glasses, jewelry, shoes, and even some jackets laying around. Both girls enjoy trying on and taking things off. unfortunately, I have been bad about not making them clean it up!!

another accessory

the girls and I took a trip to atlanta to visit nana & poppy a couple of weeks ago. We headed to a really cute circus and this is the only picture I got! I really need to read my manual on how to take a focused shot without the flash!

We also went to a fair while we were in atlanta. Let's just say that within a few minutes I knew I was out of place. A child shoult NEVER wear a monogrammed outfit to a fair! That is all I will say about that!

lazy

I bet I'm gonna look lazy with this post, but I don't have that much energy left tonight..... My brother recently started a blog. I feel sure that he wouldn't care what or who reads, but I probably should check before I attach the link. It's always a good laugh!

He's a writer. He's the most creative kid in our family. I often call him artsy-fartsty- to his face! The guy needs to write a book! I can remember watching him write a line or two to use in a poem or short story on a napkin in a restaurant once! So, below is a childhood memory that he wrote about, but both of us remember!!!


And I can't post without a picture of my girls! BOTH of them sat on the stage last week during storytime at the library. Ha, such a proud moment for me!

Growing up with two sisters and no brothers was difficult for a boy with a vivid imagination and a penchant for pranks. Don’t get me wrong, I love my sisters. They’re two of my best friends. However, when I hit them, they would just cry.

Bor-ing.

All I wanted was for them to hit me back. A scuffle, a few kicks to the shin, a little give and take—is that too much to ask for? Something more inventive than a tittie-twister. How about a charlie horse? A sucker punch in the stomach?

Oh, okay, you running to tell on me to Mom and Dad again. Well, that’s original.

One year for Christmas, my parents bought me a remote control truck, a monster truck with knobby tires and admirable ground clearance and a bar of plastic lights above the windshield.
My truck bogged down in grass like any other vehicle in its class, but buddy, on concrete or asphalt, it could move. Great acceleration, nice handling. My truck could even land jumps from a modest height, which is better than the garbage you had.

My truck battery was recharging in my room. I went upstairs to get it, and as I was carrying it back downstairs, I saw my older sister sitting crosslegged on the floor, watching television. Her back was to me, and here I was with a monster truck and a battery full of juice.
I had an epiphany. I’d play a joke on my sister.

I sneaked up behind her and buried the rear wheels in her long, brown hair. I then pulled the trigger on my remote control. The tires made a whizzing sound as they accelerated, and I thought, “Uh-oh,” as her hair turned into a bird’s nest around each black tire.

When she started screaming, I panicked. I flipped a switch, putting the truck in reverse. Unfortunately, the truck cinched itself even tighter against her scalp.

Her volume went up another 50 decibels.

Fight-or-flight, fight-or-flight. I ran for it.

My truck had to be cut out of her hair.