Every day at the lake revolved around the sweetheart of summer: water. Like the name suggests, Smith Mountain Lake is in the mountains, and it’s considerably cooler and less humid than it is in Richmond. Plus, the week we were there happened to be an unusually cool week. But that didn’t keep us from being
Ladies and gentlemen, the birthday boy: Note: David’s diaper is hangin’ low because it’s full of water from the sprinklers. Video transcript: D: Oh, I fine. A: Are you ok, David? D: David the bicycle!…Riding the bike…Come on, Na-EE (Mommy). Nah-EE! Push David bike. A: Hey, David, how old are you? D: I’m two! A:
Last week Tom and I spent a week at Smith Mountain Lake with his family. We also got to hang out with my family, since they happen to live in the area. Our vacation included four children under age three. Even though the adults outnumber the kids (6:4) every day still felt like a series
Whenever I tell her that she’s going to get wrinkles from all that scowling, she just looks back at me and furrows her eyebrows ever harder.
Last Monday I went for a run. It’s been 14 weeks since I last went for a run. Three and a half months. That’s the longest break I’ve taken from running since I went out for the track team 16 years ago. When I finished, achy and sweaty, it occurred to me that it’s good
David is slowly warming up to his sister. And by “warming up” I mean “ignoring”, which I think is best case scenario for a newborn and an almost-two-year old. He checks on her, gives her trains, or occasionally runs up to me and says something like, “MARY’S DRINKING WATER!” And I have run through the
A long time ago, before David (my little brother David) was even old enough to drive, he started dating a pretty girl who lived across town. They went to prom together, and kept dating even after high school graduation. They went to Virginia Tech together, and then after college graduation they both moved back to Franklin
Last spring my neighbor’s yard exploded with gardenia blooms and, wow, what a beautiful flower. I made sure to tell my neighbor how beautiful they were. An hour later, he knocked on my door with a bouquet of cut gardenias. That paragraph right there is why Southerners are willing to put up with the mosquitoes
Take a look around, we’re making some major changes around here. Things aren’t perfect, we’re still working on some kinks, but WOW! Check out my new design! Don’t worry, I’m not patting myself on the back. I can freely brag about the design work because I didn’t have anything to do with it, this is
