Friday, December 12, 2008
Mirror, mirror
After bathtime, you don't want to forget to check your look in the mirror. That would just be embarassing.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Swamping 'em
The box came on Thursday.
That was while Daddy was away in the Chugach Mountains.
It was signed from Great-Grandpa Ed, and it said to always cheer for the Redskins. Thanks Great-Grandpa (and his surrogate, good ol' Aunt Linda)!
On Sunday night, I stayed up late and cheered real hard.
But the Redskins proved so weak, uninspired and ultimately injury-prone that I eventually cried myself to sleep long before the 24-10 punishment was over. I'm learning that my inherited fandom promises to leave a lot to look forward to!
That was while Daddy was away in the Chugach Mountains.
It was signed from Great-Grandpa Ed, and it said to always cheer for the Redskins. Thanks Great-Grandpa (and his surrogate, good ol' Aunt Linda)!
On Sunday night, I stayed up late and cheered real hard.
But the Redskins proved so weak, uninspired and ultimately injury-prone that I eventually cried myself to sleep long before the 24-10 punishment was over. I'm learning that my inherited fandom promises to leave a lot to look forward to!
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Deck the Halls
Saturday, November 29, 2008
turkey-lurkey
Family Time
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Spendin' Time With Daddy
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Halloween Turtle
JT was a turtle for his first Halloween. Mom and Dad took him trick or treating in Hyde Park and then up north to Grandma & PaPa Lenaburg's house to spend the night.
(Daddy's hair is grey because he was dressed as Kenny Rogers...the beard was too hot and scratchy for trick or treating - or so he claimed.)
(Daddy's hair is grey because he was dressed as Kenny Rogers...the beard was too hot and scratchy for trick or treating - or so he claimed.)
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
John-Henry, Big Tex
Monday, November 3, 2008
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
A pretty good town
Nashville's where you go, the man said, to see if what is said is so.
We walked her streets and from the saloon doors we could hear pickers singin' what hearts they had left out at eleven o'clock in the morning.
We acquired some guitar picks of our own from the old Texas Troubador.
We felt some ghosts in Nashville and we said so long so soon.
We walked her streets and from the saloon doors we could hear pickers singin' what hearts they had left out at eleven o'clock in the morning.
We acquired some guitar picks of our own from the old Texas Troubador.
We felt some ghosts in Nashville and we said so long so soon.
Ode to Waffle House
Gettin' clean
Friday, September 19, 2008
The way things are in the car
John-Henry, John Henry
On Wednesday we stopped in Summers County, WV to get a look at the statue of John Henry erected by the Hilldale-Talcott Ruritan Club. The big man towered over the entrance to the Big Bend railroad tunnel on the old Chessie line. That's where he was supposed to have died, driving steel to beat the baron's new machine. Hudson was scared, but I wasn't.
Cranny Crow
On Tuesday we took a rest from traveling. Everyone was happy to be out of the car. We made the long hike to Cranny Crow, the park's centerpiece vantage. Daddy carried me, and I caught up on sleep in the backpack carrier (I leaned forward so long I rubbed a little blister onto my forehead). I woke up when we got to the top. Daddy got real quiet, but he was smiling a lot. It sure was pretty.
Lost River, Mathais, WV
We spent Monday and Tuesday at beautiful Lost River state park in Mathais, WV. JT went hiking for the first time. Hudson remembered the place from our last trip and kept trying to go to cabin 17 instead of ours next door. He also seemed perplexed as to why Jeff and the rest of the crew weren't there.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Hello, Washington, D.C.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Goodbye Brooklyn
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