Thursday, September 25, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Who is that number 7 on the red team?
Is that Matt Stafford, sensational quarterback and number 7 for the red and black Georgia Bulldogs? No. It's not Mike Vick, is it? No. It's the new number 7 - Barritt Chambers, of the 3&4 year old Gators, of the Central Y league.
So far, he seems to know to at least look in the direction of the ball. He also has the capacity to let bygones be bygones, and even have a refreshment break with someone from the opposing team, so long as that person is Wyatt, our neighbor across the street.
He can also get his pre-game stetch on.
The Closest Thing we Have to a First Day of School Picture
Barritt is thinking: I did this last year. Am I going to have to take this picture on the front porch of wherever we live on the first day of school every year?
Annabelle is thinking: What do you mean "get in the car"? I have places to be now? I can be late to things?
Mom answers: Yes and Yes.
Monday, September 01, 2008
Where we've been, what we've done
There has been radio silence since August 5, and the 26 intervening days may surely have been the longest lapse the blog has encountered since Hurricane Katrina. Sometimes we want to quit. But when our blogging aspirations hit their nadir, we hear a nasal senatorial voice, quoting Harriet Tubman, encouraging us to "keep going."
We just spent a week in the High Country of NC, having some R&R and a sip or two of B&B, capped by a visit to the Upstate of SC, to herald the arrival (sometime this week) of Baby Barnhardt the Third.
See the eight pictures in the next few entries . . .
We just spent a week in the High Country of NC, having some R&R and a sip or two of B&B, capped by a visit to the Upstate of SC, to herald the arrival (sometime this week) of Baby Barnhardt the Third.
See the eight pictures in the next few entries . . .
Here, B is strapped in, once again. We had to make a sortie every day to Boone or thereabouts, since it rained every single day. Save of course the day we left.
A on the rainy porch
B, sitting on the porch with Dad, on a cool crisp morning. The morning of our departure for Greenville.
A on the rainy porch
B, sitting on the porch with Dad, on a cool crisp morning. The morning of our departure for Greenville.
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