Savannah 2

Forsyth Fountain. Believe it or not, this fountain was ordered out of a catalog.

Malia

Y'all Know I Love It, Right?

You all know how much I love Savannah, right? Yes, I see the eye rolls, but I can't help it, I do. Not only do I love it, but I have so many pictures that I do believe that I could post a picture a day and go on for at least three, maybe four, years. I won't do it though...at least not day after day, after day....I will spare you. I am going to start right now, with picture number one though.

This is a picture of a tugboat, outside the window of our hotel. That would be the Savannah River. That big hotel over there, that is the Westin Resort. High dollar. The street below..that is the famous River Street.






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I've Been Away!

Have you missed me? You have, because you have told me so. Sorry, I just haven't been....inspired! We have been up to a few things, such as the Georgia Rennaisance Festival, dance recitals, gymnastics, cheerleading (notice nothing for the boys here) and oh yeah, working! It seems it is all we do. I am now on a 10-day vacation and we will be traveling to Chattanooga for Jackson's birthday. My birthday is in there somewhere, but since Jackson's sweet birth, it is no longer recognized. Perhaps I will get a post in here somewhere in these 10 days, and who knows, perhaps I will be inspired to continue on afterwards. Let's just see where my thoughts take me. Here is a little picture to tickle your eyelashes.




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Idol Teaches Life Lessons

Dylan and I had the pleasure of each other's company while watching Idol Gives Back. We were watching a segment on some children in Africa whose parents, aunts, uncles, grandparents, had all died from AIDS. They had no one. The children left behind were from ages 2 to 16. There were five of them. Annie Lennox broke down and just cried. As they were asking us to pledge money Dylan asked a very important question:

Dylan: How do you decide who gets the money?

Me: I don't know how they decide. There is not enough to go around, but that is why they are asking everyone to donate.

Dylan: But that's not fair. So many children need help.

Dylan learned life lesson, no. 28. Sometimes, no matter how much money you give, no matter how sad you are about it, no matter how much it may make you cry...you can't help everyone.

Me: That feeling in your heart, where it is kind of hard to breathe and it feels like it is breaking, your throat kind of hurts because there is a lump in it.... because you know that those children may not get help and may die....that is compassion....and that is one of the most important gifts to receive.

Malia

Spongebob Makes You a Man

Dylan: What are we watching? Wanna watch something manly? Like Spongebob?

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Jackson

This is Jackson.


This is Jackson by the woodpile. He is mad. I asked him to bring in three peices of wood from the wood pile. He has been in this same stance for 15 minutes. Seriously.



This is Jackson very mad and upset.



This is Jackson marching back to the house to get his four-year-old sister so that SHE can make sure there are no spiders crawling on the wood.

Being able to blog about it and send it to every one HE knows=pricesless

Malia

Coleman and Karla are Officially COLA!

I don't think I actually got a decent picture of them together, but ...wait, let me check my files....







Ahhh, I knew I had a good one.....already feeling the woes of married life and we haven't even had the catered food yet...



Look at that, a trust already broken...


Just kiddin' y'all...I hope you are having fun in Paradise!

Malia

In the End, the Animals Will Eat

Me: Jackson, please turn off the light in the sunroom.(Said with much disgust because I don't understand why turning off a light is such a hard concept to get!)

Jackson: Why do you always tell us to turn lights off?

Me: Because it uses up energy and we need energy to run the Earth.

Dylan: We are running out of oil, kinda sorta...I think.

Me: Yep, you are right.

Jackson: What happens if the Earth stops running?

Me: (Oh crap!)

Dylan: Every one will die, except for the animals because they will eat our rotting flesh and....

Me: DYLAN!

Dylan: Oh, sorry...well, it's true....there, now you have something to blog about.

Me: True.

Jackson: I don't like Dylan very much.

Malia

A Swift Kick in the ... Calf?

Emma and I recently went to Target. The most wonderful store in the world! When you leave Target, the doors automatically open for you. At least, that is what you all thought. What actually happens is magic. If you are not in tune with magic or other people's magic, you may be inclined to think that there is some sort of sensor that sees you and then opens the door for you. Absurd! This just is not so. Some people hide their magic and others bring it right out in front of you. Like Emma.

When leaving Target, Emma walked up to that door punched out that open little hand and said, "Whoosh!" And do you know that the door opened right up? Magic.

Me: Ooooo, I want to try!

Emma: Noooo!! I'm gonna do it!

Me: (Acting out, just a little) No Emma! It's my turn! You already got to do it!

I ran to that second door! Emma ran faster and "Whoosh!" She opened that door again with her magic.

I stomped up to the curb outside, right next to a soccer mom and her SUV, and declared that I was angry at her and it was supposed to be my turn. I turned my back to her, crossed my arms and gave a big, "Hmph!"

All of a sudden I felt a swift kick...right to my calf!!! It was pint-sized, but it packed a punch. It pulled me right out of my funk and I turned around to see.....



EMMA! "I told you it was my turn, not yours. You shouldn't have tried to beat me!"

I looked at Emma, looked at the soccer mom, took Emma's hand and turned in silence and we headed home.

Sometimes, I guess we all need a pint-sized kick in the calf!

Malia

Last One, I Kinda Promise

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The Babes--Minus the Man

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Easter--Real life photos

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Easter--Can You Take a Picture of us please?!

Thanks Peepaw!

Malia

Easter--The Family Portrait

Cause and Effect

I just learned some wonderful news. Melanie, that I told you was moving to California, got a surprise. She is pregnant...with number four. Hey Mel, you do know what causes that, right?

Congratulations to Melanie and her growing family.

Malia

Freak!

On a recent shopping trip:

Me: That purse is so freakin' cute!

Me: Oh my gosh! That puppy is so freakin' cute!

Me: Oh look at that. It is so freakin' cute!

Me: You should have seen Emma the other day, she was so freakin' cute!

Me: I love those cars. They are so freakin' cute!

A few hours later.....

Emma: Mom, I want these shoes. They are so freakin' cute!

Emma: Don't you love this dress for you mom. It is so freakin' cute!

Emma: Can I please have those shoes? They are so freakin' cute!

Me: Emma. Stop saying that! That sounds horrible. I don't know why she is saying it that.

MIL: She is saying it because you say it all the time.

Me: I do? (I don't say that! She's crazy!)

A few hours later.....

Me: Emma, those dresses are soooo freakin' cute! (GASP!!!)

Malia

The Argument

I have a book that is used for the sole purpose of when you have writer's block. Today I had it.

I know Jackson said something very bloggable about black holes today, but I don't know if you would really get it. I mean, you have to know Jackson. When he gets on something...he stays on it. This black hole talk, it started back before Christmas. He has tossed it around in his little head for that long. (He is soooo much like me. We Cancers, we over-analyze things....just a tad.)

Well, I might as well tell you the story anyway....

We were watching a DVD called Indescribable. It is done by an inspirational speaker named Lou Giglio and what he is basically saying is that the universe is like Earth and Earth is just a subdivision...in the Universe. Does that make sense? He is trying to make you realize how big God is and how small you are in the scheme of things. If you realize how small Earth is, then think about how small you are. It has all these great photos that help to illustrate just how small Earth is. Lou shows various photos taken from the Hubble satellite and some others. There is one they call God's Eye that you would probably recognize if you saw it. There also is a picture of a black hole. Who would have thought that this one word, this one picture would cause such chaos and be the start of so many questions.

You all know, I live with a science wizard. Dylan rattled off something informational about black holes and we all moved on with the movie. Next thing we know, Jackson is crying. He has been thinking and tossing around scenarios of all kinds in his little head.

Jackson: (Big 'ol alligator tears and arms crossed over his chest) Mom?! Will we ever be sucked into a black hole?

Me: (Looking at Wade and asking him with my eyes, "Oh my gosh! Can it really happen? Are we all going to die!!!!) Oh Jackson, no, I mean, it could happen, but we would just live in the black hole on earth, nothing would change really, we just would be in a different ... ...(Wade looks at me like I am a complete idiot and shakes his head and mouths, "that so is NOT what would happen") Nope, it's not true Jackson, that is not going to happen. Don't worry about it, okay. We are NOT going to be sucked into a black hole any time soon.

That seemed to satisfy him for a while.

Then today....when we got home and he looked up at the stars....it brought up a file from his deep thoughts on black holes and opened it right up....

Jackson: Mom, I don't want to get sucked up into a black hole.

Me: Jackson--we are not going to get sucked up into a black hole. Why are you asking that?

He rattled on about something else...for a minute.

We got into the kitchen and everyone was doing their thing... 30 minutes later....

Jackson: Mom, Dylan said that a black hole is made when stars blow up. Is that true?

Me: Jackson, I have no idea how a black hole is made.(Folks, I retained NOTHING from school. Nothing.)

Wade: A black hole is made when a star combusts and collapses on itself.(smarty pants)

I piddle around the kitchen for a while. We talk about the dogs. We talk about money. We talk about what we are going to do tomorrow... 20 minutes later...

Jackson: Mom, will we still have electricity when we get sucked into the black hole?

Me: (Deep breath) No!

We talk some more about the post office, Kroger and Savannah.... 15 minutes later...

Jackson: Mom, will we be able to drive cars when we get sucked into the black hole.

Me: Jackson! If we get sucked into a black hole, we are all going to be dead! You can't live in a black hole. We ARE NOT going to be sucked into a black hole. What is wrong with you?!!!!

He walked away. Satisfied maybe. Or maybe I just scared him a little more. (Mother of the year!!!)

10 minutes later.

Jackson: Mom, will we know each other in Heaven? (Bless his heart, he is going to have a heart attack by the time he is 10 will all this worry)

Me: Yes, Jackson. I think we will.

Jackson: Well, we better go to church on Sunday.

Me: Yep, I am there.

After everyone has said their good nights and I have told them to go to bed at least 1000 times....

Jackson: Mom.

Me: Yes....Jackson.

Jackson: We better get five air tanks for when we go into the black hole....and two for the dogs.

So...what does the title of this blog have to do with Jackson and black holes? Nothing really. I had flipped to a page in my Writer's block book because I thought I had nothing to write about and it said, "Write an argument between two characters that starts in bed". Of course the only thing that I could think of was the ONLY argument that happens in bed and that might not be deemed a suitable topic for some of you. I was going to write it and let you decide if you would like to read it or not.

I have had the book for about two months now...I have never had to use it, for there is never a shortage of topic in our household.

Malia

For the Sake of Argument

Yesterday, the ENTIRE family went to Wal-mart. We don't attempt this often. When we do, there is plenty to blog about.

From behind us, Wade and I hear:

Emma: Tell me that dinosaurs are not all dead.

Jackson: They are.

Emma: Nooooo. Jackson, tell me the dinosaurs are not all dead.

Jackson: But they are.

Emma: Jackson! Just tell me that they aren't!

Jackson: Dinosaurs are not all dead.

Emma: Yes they are.

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Pretty Much Crazy

Emma: Do you know what makes that sound when you snap?

Me: (I can look really smart here) Yeah. It is the friction from you middle finger and your thumb when they slide off of each other.

Jackson: Well, Grammy said that it is your middle finger slapping your hand.

Me: (What?! That's not right!) You know Grammy is crazy right?

Jackson:...pretty much.

Malia

Hard Times

Wade was let go from his job today. Prayers please.

Malia