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A-Town Girls Unite!

It has become glaringly obvious that I have become a lack-luster blogger since I’ve arrived back home from our North Dakota trip. I’ve got a backlog of images to prove it and pretty bundle of abandoned posts as well. I guess I could say I’m too busy enjoying the present to reflect on the past. Which is all fine and dandy, but I typically enjoy a few pensive moments as I sift through my photos to think about time well spent. I am determined to take a few moments and jot some words with more frequency. I’ll start with yesterday….baby steps, right?

We went to Marc and Lara’s to celebrate Erin and her family moving back to town and Deneva’s annual summer visit. We were missing some key players, but it was fun to have our gang of girls back together for a few hours. I like how Thomas made it into our group shots, who knows where Maggie was! I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: I’m so grateful for my group of girlfriends that I’ve known since I was a little girl. Aside from Jenni, whom I met in 7th grade, I know Lara, Deneva, Erin and Katrin from 1st or 3rd grade.

It was the first time in a long time that we’ve all been together and had a chance to talk and catch up. Lara and Marc’s house is set up so it was really enjoyable to be either inside our outside. Gavin, Erin’s son, showed Maggie the ways of the garden and she ended her day with dirt smashed in her hair and on her face. After Thomas went to bed, Maggie tried to call him on the baby monitor, but he was too busy snoring to respond.

On the drive home Barry and I decided that we’re more than grateful that we don’t have a lot of stairs to contend with at our house. I think I about had a heart attack a few times between Maggie, Gavin and Thomas going up and down the stairs on the deck. For the most part they are all pretty good, but every so often a little tumble happens. I think I might be mentally scarred from Maggie’s Webster School fall.

 I’m so excited that Erin and her family have moved back to Washington, especially now that we’ve both got kids that are the same age! I expect that we’ll have some adventures together this summer, and it could be argued that yesterday was just a preview of what’s to come!

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Webster School is Dead To Me

On one of our last days in North Dakota, we went to the old country school that my grandmother attended for a few years and the old building was beautiful, if not gorgeous. My grandma’s sister was also her first grade teacher, can you imagine that?  The school is now privately owned by a family and we were lucky enough to get to  wander through the beautifully restored building. Maggie got to enjoy some toys that belonged to a baby that sometimes lives there.  But for all it’s glory, Webster School is dead to me.

We got to sift through some old school records that held many names that my grandma recognized, it was pretty amazing. Eventually Phil scooped Maggie up and took her outside to point at things…and that was all fine and dandy. At that point I still loved the school like a distant family member.

And then we posed for pictures…..

Then Maggie posed for some pictures alone, a few steps up from the bottom of the stairs and took a nosedive onto cement, thus making the worst sound in the history of heads hitting cement.

And that, my friends, is why Webster School is dead to me.