Thursday, January 22, 2015

Visual Poetry

     I began this day like any other, up before the sun and helping everyone prepare for their day. I scraped ice off of the car windows and wrasteled toddlers into their seats. Finally on the road to preschool I got into a zone where the details and hassels of life faded away. I zeroed in on my surroundings and this is what I saw.
     We live in a small town carved out of the middle of the Croatan National Forest. I drove along the winding road lined with a virtual wall of forest impregnated with a foggy mist. I miss the secure feeling of being surrounded by the mountains, but the forest and the fog embraced me this morning. All along the long country road, past the solitary mail boxes, one of which used a small palm tree as its post. Past the red and white farm house next door to a house that is trying its hardest to return to the earth from wence it appears to have come. Past a lone chicken clucking on the sandy shoulder, then left at the once white southern style church with above ground crypts. When I reach the little house that is being reclaimed by the woods, left again. I always pause and wonder about this house that the trees have overtaken. They grow up through the roof and chimney, their limbs burst through the windows. I wonder who once lived there and why they left their home. I wonder about the many happy nights the family must have spent next to the hearth cooking over an open fire. I always imagine that they were happy, in a little house in the middle of the woods, because I think I would be happy there too.


22 January 2015

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Homemade Pizza

If you are ever fortunate enough to join our family on homemade pizza night, you might ask... What makes the Ryan's pizza so good???
     Perhaps its because its made by super cute toddlers.
 Or, maybe its because we sometimes cook in the nude

 Everything is definitely better when somebody is naked!!!

You may ask...What is that extra fibrous spice?

Well, I'll tell you.  It may be the taste of curiosity and mischief trapped inside the hair of a sweet little boy.  Lovingly sprinkled over our homemade pizza after a sibling hair cut.  Which took place behind mom's back as she did the washing up.
I do not get paid in $$, I get paid in joy!

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

First Hair Cut

Andrew's first hair cut didn't occur until a month after he turned two.  There just wasn't much to cut before that.  Thanks to Emery for the great photos.

It Doesn't Take Much...

It doesn't take much to make us happy, just a foot ball for a good old fashioned game of catch.
A few snacks...
Yes, Tristan is eating dog food.

Apples taste sooo much better!

A mud puddle...

 And everyone just being together.

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Terrible, terrible, terrible two


Terrible, terrible, terrible two
Has taken over my little Roo
He was such a sweet little baby boy
He fills my heart with love and joy
Now he's such an ornery Two
I hope that we will make it through
This two shall pass in time we hope
For Tristan's terribles, Lord help us cope!

Friday, April 13, 2012

A Few of Our Favorite Things

One of Alex's favorite things is giving Tristan piggy back rides.  Incidentally it is also one of Tristan's favorite things.
 One of Emery's favorite things is using the computer, and Andrew's is picking his nose while watching Emery play on the computer.

And here are a few of my favorite things...


What sucker?

 You cannot prove that there ever was a sucker.

Therefore you cannot prove that I took said sucker.