Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Preparing for Addison's arrival




There has been a lot of activity going on at my house over the last few months. They are getting ready for something. I have this feeling that my life is getting ready to change, but I'm not sure how quite yet. My dad assures me that I will love "her" and watch over "her". I'm not sure who or what he is talking about, but I trust that he is right. I hear them call her Addison or Addie. I don't know who they're talking about, but I have this weird feeling that in the near future I'm going to get to know her really well. My mom has been spending a lot of time getting Addison's room ready. There sure seems to be a lot more pink than I'm used to, but I think I like it. I think this will become one of my favorite rooms in the house.

Saturday, March 8, 2008

Amish Paradise




In his travels, my dad has been to all parts of the country. In his last adventures, he found himself in Amish country. He told me he was in Indiana, only about 10 miles south of Michigan. He said it was cold too. It snowed several days of the two weeks he was up there. But it didn't slow the Amish down. He said he passed 4 or 5 small Amish kids one morning on their way to school. He then told me that it was about 5 degrees outside and snow covered everything. One of the kids drug a sled behind him. But it wasn't for playing. It carried the kids' lunches and books. It was like that everywhere. He was constantly running into people walking or riding their bikes to their destinations. The lucky ones were traveling in their horse and buggy. In total, there was about a foot of snow on the ground when he left. Here are some pictures of his travels.

Winter Wonderland...In the Dirty South



Since I've been around, there has been very little snow in Memphis. I vaguely remember a snow when I was younger, but nothing like the snow that fell last night. I hardly knew what to do with myself out there. So I jumped around like a puppy and spent most of my time eating the yummy white goodness right off the back porch. When my daddy got home, he made snowballs and I would try to play with them. They don't last as long as I would like though. I heard them saying that we got six or seven inches. That's cool....