Among the first few projects to be done at the new house was to place a mailbox along the street. Before we could do that, the utilities had to be marked. Call before you dig…or in our case, bang a post into the ground.
And so the adventure begins…
This is a shot of my son and niece playing in the Smith Lake, Virginia, this past weekend. The two kids are directly in the center of the group of people – see the water splashing? That would be my son…crazy kid.
Welcome to Summertime!
Yes, that is Darth Vader between some angels.
Darth was the opening act for the children’s Christmas program at our church. My son, the Star Wars freak, wanted to play the part of Darth and was so excited when he got the role he almost fell off his chair — well, he at least stopped playing PS3 for a while.
He isn’t as big of a ham as his older brother is, but he really enjoyed putting on the Darth Vader costume.
My youngest son’s elementary school held a performance for families. It was entitled: “A Pirate’s Christmas“.
But then again, I think all the 4th graders were having a blast while exaggerating their performance.
Once White Beard and his merry men brought the pirates to the North Pole, the head pirate – sorry, I can’t remember the name – convinced his followers that White Beard was off his rocker. Or was it off the boat?
Either way, the pirates learned and accepted that the practice of giving was much more lucrative than taking what they wanted, when they wanted, how they wanted, well, you get the picture…
During the performance these little pirates and elves sang Christmas songs drenched in pirate verses. It was a cute little show – one I will enjoy sharing in person with my parents once they make “the move”.
Note to self: Sit in the bleachers – the floor seats have extreme limited sight…as in I saw glimpses of the stage through out the show thanks to many children and adults who moved around. Thankfully my husband was on the aisle and was able to get many pictures and videos of the performance. So yeah, next year – I’m sitting up high. 🙂
This is my teenage son. He is a bit silly and full of wit and humor. Add a little (or a lot) of sarcasm, and you have the character traits of this ray of sunshine. I choose this photo to represent family because his expression captures the fun and crazy times we share – whether we intentionally try to be silly or not.
Just a little something for the family when they woke up Thanksgiving morning.
I don’t usually make breakfast for the gang, as they are all out the door at different times. But on holidays, I try to do something special. Not that cinnamon rolls are special, but the look on the kids faces when they stagger into the kitchen is priceless. They aren’t required to do anything other than grab a dish, sit at the table, and enjoy. Easy, peasy.
Ahh..a good old-fashioned corn maze right before sunset.
A couple of weeks ago we took the kids to a corn maze. Due to work schedules, we ended up arriving just as the sun was setting. Talk about a great time to freak out the children.
Don’t worry, we didn’t do anything scary. Just got them a little mixed up.
Armed with flashlights, warm coats, and a map of the maze – you know, to get us more lost – we headed for the paths shaped to be a football player holding a football and an Indianapolis Colts football helmet.
Where was I? Oh yes. My husband and teenage son led us through this adventure of corn stalks. The 9-year-old boy and I followed with the girlie girl and boy friend close behind.
The only lights we saw were glimpses of flashlights from other maze goers and the occasional beam of lights from the barns.
If only we could get back there.
After about an hour of going in what felt like circles, every intersection became like a game of chance. Heads we go left, tails we go right.
Of course, we just came from that way. Didn’t we?
We met several others along the paths. Each believing they were going the correct direction. It was as if we were the only ones wondering which way to go.
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