More flooding pictures – 2011

Posted May 8th, 2011 by Mom | Comments (0)

These pictures are of Riverside Drive flooded and another picture of the deer stranded on an island off of President’s Island.

Birthday/River/2011

Posted May 7th, 2011 by Mom | Comments (0)

Spending my birthday afternoon viewing the massive waters in the MidSouth area.  Glad to document this historical even with my boys.

This last picture was taken on President’s Island.  There are about 30 deer stranded.

Easter Eggs, 2011

Posted May 7th, 2011 by Mom | Comments (0)

J’s Eggs

C’s Eggs (with the exception of the yellow polka dot one – B dyed it):

Mommy’s creation:

C painting the afternoon away…

Scrabble 4.21.2011

Posted April 21st, 2011 by Mom | Comments (0)

Played a game of Scrabble with J tonight – his first full game!  We played about 20 minutes one night last week, but I allowed him to stay up until almost 9 pm tonight to finish a new game, as there is no school tomorrow.

The final score:  me, 165 – J, 183

Daisy 10-18-10

Posted October 18th, 2010 by Mom | Comments (0)

Fall is nice, but springtime will always be my favorite season.

So when I offered to make a dessert for Bunko tomorrow night, I chose a daisy cake pan.  I could have done a pumpkin (like last year) or jack o’lantern but that just didn’t appeal to me.  So, daisy it is.

May it make the girls (Cheryl, Lisa, Missy, Margaret, Kari, Donna and Jill) smile as I have smiled making the cake, icing, final details.

Another J-speak 10.13.10

Posted October 13th, 2010 by Mom | Comments (0)

A couple of weeks ago C and J’s school had their yearly walk-a-thon.  The children got pledges for the number of laps they would walk or run around the course set up in the bus loop.

On the day of the walk-a-thon, C did really well.  J on the other hand, wiped out during the first lap.  He skinned up his knees, elbow and wrist pretty bad.

That evening I gave him some Tylenol to help his aches and pains.  I also proceeded to sing to him in the hopes that it would comfort him.  In response to my singing, J said, “Mama, don’t sing.  I’m already bruised.”

Ouch.

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