Come see Will's 100th Day of School!

You can also see a very messy Adelaide, just as a bonus. : )

Will's 100th day...and Adelaide loves spaghetti

Sweet Adelaide

Well, not really. Actually she's been kind of a little monster lately. But she sure does look sweet as pie in this shot I got of her today. She looked so adorable, with her big 'ole peepers and sweet little expression, it almost makes you forget she's taken a precocious leap to the terrible twos at the tender age of 17 months. Almost.

Will's Camera!

Well, it's happened. Will got a disposable camera for Lindsay's wedding. He really liked taking pictures, so I went and found a digital camera that I didn't use much anymore and I've given it to him. It's a little teeny tiny 2 megapixel sony pocket camera, and he's really enjoying it. This is one of the first photos her took with it, and I think it is very nice. He took it to his Annie rehersal today at school, so I got a "backstage look" at what he does while he's waiting to go on for his one scene! Apparently, the batteries died while he was playing with it back there, but his friends taught him the old "take the batteries out and rub them together" trick to resuscitate it. So I guess that we'll be seeing more of Will's photography in the coming days, weeks and months...as long as he takes care of the camera like he should!

Why am I tearing up?

Are we all Louisiana now? I am so overwhelmed by the Saints' win tonight...okay, I have an admission to make. At the 3:18 mark, when the Saints turned it over, I turned the channel. I hit "Record" on the TiVo first, mind you, but I couldn't bear to watch. I couldn't bear to see it all fall apart. So I watched Candice Olsen redecorate a newborn nursery on Divine Design until I couldn't stand it anymore. I checked ESPN.com, and I saw it. And what was the first thing that popped into my head?

"We won."

We won. I am a Titans fan. My blood runs Tennessee blue from head to toe...or so I thought. In all honestly, if the Saints had been playing the Titans, I would have been cheering for the Titans. But tonight, I was a Saint. Weren't we all? I look at the celebration in the Dome and I remember the whirr of helicopters overhead for a full month after The Storm, knowing that even though it took us a week to get back to the house because we didn't want to suffer a newborn in the stifiling Louisiana August/September weather, that when we got back into our relatively new home and I heard those helicopters, they were still rescuing people off rooftops. I couldn't watch any network TV because it was 24/7 coverage. The suffering in the dome, the water...the water. And I know that it isn't over. New Orleans fate is not sealed. We celebrate tonight, but I wonder how many people will die there this week and what the insufferable politicians will pretend to do about it.

But I know how much this means to the people I see everyday. The people I walk past at Target, the people who suffered through so many hapless seasons (yes, after the last couple of years with my Titans, I have an inkling of understanding, but I can't pretend to know what decades of it feels like), and the people who were suffering on rooftops and in the dome and in the convention center and who were suffering silently, evacuated but knowing all was lost. To them, this gives back a little bit of something that money could never purchase, that you can't buy to replace: The Spirit of New Orleans.

I haven't even looked at it yet, but I can't wait to see Michelle's post on her Saints Rant Blog!!! I am so happy for her and Saints Nation!!!

Long time no post...

Yes, I've been delinquent. Sorry. But we've been so busy! Anyway, I still don't have time for a long post -- soon, I promise -- but here's a collage from our fantastic family Christmas. We went to Murray and Clarksville to visit family, and (WOOHOO) Ben got his much-longed-for Xbox. He was a very good boy this year.