A P.G. Post

Blogger decided to eat my first, heartfelt, post. So now I'm left with simply uploading images and trying not to let my fingers furiously type all the meaningless symbols that stand for censored curse words...#$#@&(%& ...ah, see, a few slipped out despite my best intentions.

So, back to the main story: P.G. It might mean any number of things. Here are the three things that it means in MY life.

P.G. 1: Pregnant.

And no, I'm not pregnant.

And...neither is Jen! She and David welcomed their beautiful son, Calum, into the world last week after a long, long, LONG labor. They seem like they're pretty much in love, so I think they're of the opinion that he was worth the 42 hours (eek) of labor.

There's the sweet little fellow himself. Beautiful.


And the happy family! So many wonderful things lie in store for you ...we can't wait to see how the next four years unfold as we go through this crazy residency/parenthood/hippie life together. P.G. 2: Play Group.

I defy you to produce a stay-at-home mom or dad that doesn't live for play group. It's a totally unique combination of group therapy, church potluck supper, daycare, and social club. I hope I made that sound wonderful, because it is.

I decided to take the camera along to last week's play group to record the terrifically ordinary images of kids playing with their moms and each other. Of course, they're Addie heavy, but I did manage to tear my eyes away from her to get a few snaps of the other kidlings ;-)

The whole crew (that was present that day, at least)

Riley, Kinsley, Witten, Addie, and Nolan


Miss Addie


Laughing at me...I guess I look funny with my camera.
NolanHere's play group in a nutshell. Kids look at toys, other kids take them away, while still more children watch the action. Witten is reclaiming his keys from Addie while Nolan cheers him on. I love Addie's affronted look.

Sari and Witt
So much love in one photo.
Nicole and Riley blowing bubbles with this cool pop up bubble deal.
Catherine and Kinsley and Witt calling someone. Baton Rouge? Nah, probably San Antonio or Austin for the Texans.

Riley and Nolan getting ready to go home. Love Riley's cap.
Same time, same place, but Nolan's smile is just irresistible.

P.G. 3) Parental Guidance Suggested

Now, I don't actually have anything to say about Parental Guidance. I just wanted to try to find some way to mention that Addie and I had lunch with her Mimi (Mary, Tim's mother) and her Gigi (Mary's mother, Tim's grandmother) before Mary left for the summer. Addie was teething and kind of ornery, so there was a lot of entertainment required. I'm sure we were all exhausted when we left, but it was still nice to see them.

I do have some photos of that meeting that I'll have to download and then upload later, but for right now...here's a pretty fair representation of teething, folks.

And speaking of parents, here are a few random shots of Tim and I with Addie. Just because this post wasn't QUITE long enough ;-)

Addie and I in Lanesboro with the lilacs. If you've ever wondered how stories of local ghosts get started, well...viewing this photo might give you an idea.
Tim and Addie in their undershirts. Adorable.