Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Meredith has been with her grandparents in Arkansas for the 2nd half of this week, and there's no telling what fun has occurred. But we were all there for a few days, and got to witness some of the fun first hand. She and I went for a walk on Sunday, and picked the world's tiniest bouquet. Peaceful fun.
In other fun, Chris' mom Karen (and Mer's marme) went with us and he taught her to fly fish. Look at that beautiful trout. It was so fun to have her there with us and we're pretty sure she came to appreciate exactly how relaxing Calico Rock can be.
Not to be outdone by his mom's photo op, Chris created one of his own. When Meredith sadly proclaimed that despite donning her new princess dress, she did not have a prince, Chris stepped into the role. Well, he stepped into the role after stepping into one of the vast closets in my mom and dad's house that contain all manner of random items. Isn't he, um, a handsome prince? Meredith, confronted with the genetic source of her penchant for drama and costume, really didn't know what to think.
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
This time we got real snow. I could complain about how the REAL snow always seems to hit Memphis when you're well and truly ready for spring, but I won't. Anyhoo, this was thick, fluffy inches of snow and it fell for hours. It started Saturday, and we drove through it to Nora's third birthday. It continued through the night, and we had plenty to play in by the time we ventured out into the cold.
Nora prepares to make a wish.
Nora and Mer jumping. Or something. Who knows.
We squint when we smile.
The Mulherin boys eat snow. Don't worry, boys, I have pictures where you look awesome, too.
Marshall catches air.
Fly boy Parker.
Mer braves the sled. It took some convincing to get her to try it...and then again to get her to stop. The world's most cautious child conquers fear yet again.
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
First, for your viewing pleasure, is a picture of Meredith and her Papa, dressed up in all manner of cold weather paraphernalia. And this is well before the recent snow hit Memphis. It was just for fun.
Second, I'll share the subject matter of last night's nightmare. I heard Meredith crying and ran to her room. She was writhing about, tortured and tragic. "Mommy, you recycled the top of my pretend egg container." [I did not.] Good heavens. What have a wrought?
See you soon, with lots of pics.