Bently modeled for a few pictures in a few very, very old family dresses. We also got a few snaps of her in a vintage pillow case dress that Aunt Nat purchased for the girls when we were at a local artist market like thing in NYC. Sorry, Aunt Nat, I know those events have a fancy name. lol. Anyway, the funniest part of the "photo shoot" was when we put on the tadded hat. Natalie said something like... Before I comment on this, where did this hat come from? lol. It turned out super cute, though. All of the pictures are fabulous, so check out my facebook photo albums to see them all. .
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
Tradition
Big Jim always takes William to the train in Downtown McComb. They look at the train and climb on the caboose and walk the "track" (the one where the locomotive is on display). William learned this trip that the cross ties are placed at an uneven distance from one another as to prevent people from walking the tracks. One can not get a good rythmn going with the ties at a unrythmic pattern. Neato. William always gets his picture taken in from of the train so we can compare how much he has grown, from year to year. And they find my PaPaw's brick.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
All four together in fourth of July attire
Meet Hermit and Hermit
The first hermit crab we bought was a free one that came with the cage. Well, it never moved and we are pretty sure that if it wasn't dead when we got it, it was dead the next morning. So, we laid it to rest on the highway and got another one on our way home. Joey went ahead and got two, because we are not so sure that they can be replaced in McComb.
Me: So, Ashton what are you going to name your new hermit crabs.
Ashton: Hermit and Hermit
Me: Why don't you give them different names
Ashton: Because I can tell them apart. See, this one is Big Hermit and this one is Little Hermit.
Ashton is in the picture with Big Hermit and William is holding Little Hermit. Big Hermit actually pinched Ashton when we got home and Joey had to show him how to not scare the crap out of it. Our impulsive little man.
We are glad that there is a new pet, because Ashton doesn't know yet that Jasmyn died this week. Jasmyn is the pug (lil black bull dog as Ashton called her for a long time) that Ashton got for his 4th birthday. We will miss little Snazzy Jazzy.
Gulf Shores/ Orange Beach
We have a ton of fun Gulf Shore's pictures. Check out my picture albums on Facebook for a complete look. We drove to Alabama in two vehicles. The enclave held 4 kids, 1 granny, 1 mommie, and 1 daddy. The pawpaw car held Big Jim, 2 aunts, and an uncle. Both held luggage. We stayed at the Warf which was an amazing place. The salt water pool was an Oasis. It has a simulated beach with a wave pool... lazy river... water falls... pool basketball... a mini wipe out course... a swimming area... a kids area with water slides. It was great.
We arrived Saturday and went out to eat dinner. Had oysters and other seafood bites.
On Sunday, the men went deep sea fishing, MaryAlice and I took William and Ashton to Waterville, and Granny and Aunt Nat did the Oasis with the girls. Waterville was big fun. The boys had a grin on their faces all day and were eventually wiped out from the fun. They rode waterslides (huge ones) and rode the rollercoaster, bungiejumpy thingy, and go-carts. It was all about them day, so they even had icecream for lunch. WOW!
On Monday, the men went to play golf while the ladies took the kiddos to the oasis. Then we switched places with the men... Ladies (+Bently) went shopping and the men took the kiddos to the oasis.
On Tuesday, we experienced the public beach. We hauled all our stuff to the beach and had a big time. I will say, however, that if you are a die hard beach fan.... stay at the beach. You need the condo near by with lil ones. But it was still fun and we wanted them to experience the real thing, also.
Wednesday was a little putt putt and traveling home.
Fit in to all of this picking out hermit crabs, cooking dinner, sitting on the balcony for chats and you fill a vacation with lots of great times.
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