Poor little guy

David wanted to be like his daddy, so he broke his arm last night. Actually, it's nothing like Dave's horrible injury years ago, thank you God! Just a hairline fracture; he fell off a big-kid bike. He's a happy guy considering, especially now that he's being coddled and gets to watch lots of cartoons. His squeamish mommy was much more of a mess than he was, to which the whole family will attest :)

Teresa's big day...

 ...is finally here. She's watched Frankie from the sidelines for years. Today she gets to don the leotard, slippers, and bun herself. Will it be everything she's dreamed it will be? We'll find out...

Crafting on this rainy day...

...and having some girl time:

Also praying for those killed and wounded in D.C. today, and that police get the gunmen. Lord have mercy.

School days

Bird watching

Neighbor watching? 

Meet the Pharaoh of Upper Egypt. She's not amused by her subjects, nor by her crown.

Moses got nothin' on Rose(s), the sweetest baby ever to grace a wicker basket.

Labor Day lollygagging

Life seems to center around Rose. She truly is the doted-on baby. 

We're celebrating Labor Day with some serious simple pleasures: reading, painting, taking a walk around the neighborhood, cooking some split-pea soup and macaroni and cheese (with enough to freeze for the week), and looking forward to the next episode of Foyle's War (instant Netflix is a wonderful thing!). Hope you're enjoying your Labor Day, too.