Thursday, August 31, 2006

Mommy, look what the kitty's wearing.

We've had Sherman for quite a few months now and he has become an irreplaceable part of the family. Even Nathan, who was originally concerened only about Isabell's feelings, has started taking to him. Sherman is definately becoming comfortable in his role as the baby.

He plays the role quite well...

1. He's messy.

2. He copies his sister.

3. He's adorable.

4. Oh, and he lets you do silly things to him while he sleeps.

Even though he's getting big, he's still a baby. Just wait until we have a daughter, can't you picture him in a pink ruffled doll dress drinking fake orange juice from a toy bottle?

Wednesday, August 23, 2006


When my brother was very little instead of calling me by name he called me "best friend."
That's what this picture makes me think about.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Fresh Crayons.

Every year around this time stores stock the back to school section with crisp notebooks, pencils with brand new pink erasers and boxes of crayons with that yummy smell that soon takes over your new backpack. Buying new school supplies was one of the only things that I looked forward to when school started back. I was always optimistic about beginning a new year. The summer seemed to melt away the memories of too much homework, boring books and rude teachers. I loved perfectly packing my backpack with my new supplies the night before. Sure by Christmas the notebooks are wrinkled, the erasers have been chewed off and the red and yellow crayons are broken and rolling around with crumbs in the bottom of your backpack. It was still fun. The little things helped me push through the stressful side of school.

It was the same way once I started college. The first day of class was the only morning all year that I would wake up in time to fully get ready in an outfit I'd picked out the night before. Granted every day after that I got ready in 15 minutes. On the days I had to dress nicely and wear makeup to give a speech, my classmates would always compliment me. The way they would say so surprisingly, "Oh, wow you look nice." Uh huh, thanks.

I have been done with school for over a year now and I must say I felt a slight pang of sadness when I saw the "Back to School" signs at the drug store. Later, I checked the mail only to find Belmont's quarterly magazine with pictures of the campus and lists of events. Again, forgetting the nights I was up until 6 A.M. writing papers (ok, that only happened once and it was an annotated bibliography) or the mornings I was sick to my stomach over the thought of being called on in Italian to interpret something I didn't know in front of my 5 multi-lingual classmates. I was still jealous that I didn't have something new starting. Until I realized that it doesn't have to be about school. I can feel the same way about a new job or maybe just a new journal.

For me this time of year will always represent starting a new chapter in life. No matter what you have going on find something that will help you start fresh, whether it be a new job, new fall clothes, or just new pencils.

Seriously, do you not want to take a huge whiff of those?

Sunday, August 13, 2006

Amy Grant rocks.

Here recently for some reason I've had a rush of old music memories, which of course reminds me of back when I had a music career. By "music career" I mean when I was young enough to loudly sing along to Amy Grant in my room without being judged or asked if maybe we can not be married anymore. Losing this freedom is definitely one of the down falls of growing up, well that and having to pay bills. So, I downloaded Amy Grant's The Collection, a compilation of her earlier hits. As soon as the music began the memories flooded back. I saw myself sitting in my old bedroom with my huge tape player listening to every song and wailing right along with her. Sure many of her songs were a little deep and slightly depressing for an 11 year old, but I didn't care. Tonight I was singing along, rather loudly, when Nathan walked in the door. The look on his face turned to disgust, then disappointment, then he went into his office and shut the door. (Ok, well at least I didn't used to be SUPER into Carman... cough cough...)

A friend of mine in Nashville ran into her at a restaurant once. When she told me I acted like I didn't think it was a big deal, but secretly I was so jealous. But I mean what would I have even said to her, "I used to use my brush as a microphone when I performed your music."

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Where are your manners?

You think you've taught your kits to be well behaved. But then they do things like this...

That was Sherman pawing at my fudge pop. He touched it quite a few times and I'm pretty sure he hadn't washed his hands since his last trip to the "box".

This is typical Isabell. I just happened to catch her on video this time.

They so got that from Nathan.

Sunday, August 06, 2006

I can't think of a good title for this post.

Isabell gives Sherman a shoulder to lean on.

Isabell has been considering a music career. She's been writing a lot lately and wants to get Nathan to help her.

Sherman mainly gets in trouble. He climbs a lot, which usually results in something falling over and it tends to be something breakable and often belongs to Nathan. After this picture was taken the chair fell into the aquarium. I've never seen Nathan jump up that quickly. Luckily for Sherman's well-being, it didn't break.

I turned into Auntie Anne for an hour the other day and made some pretzels. They were yum.

Lastly, here are the kids posing with their dad.

That's all for now.