Spring Choir

Gavin, our little performer, far right...

Sprikler+Gator=FUN

Gavin gets credit for this novel idea...

Noah's first haircut :(

It came to that point :( That point where well-meaning laymen were calling my very-male youngest spawn a girl. Yes, *shudder* a G-I-R-L. Not that I have anything against girly-girls... I want my boys to grow up and marry the sweetest and fairest of them all. And heck, let's face it, I am one. But the male psyche? It does NOT bode well with that confusion. Noah may not quite realize it, but his older brother caught on and whole-hearted defended this travesty. So a very broken hearted Mama had to choose between her son's precious curls and his dignity. A mini Pride and Prejudice moment played out in my contenence.

Oh, so happy now...

:(

A new man emerges...

Thank you Jerry's Barber Shop for Noah's first haircut...

Fouraker Reunion 2011

Welcome to a pine-filled forest somewhere near Fargo, GA in Echols County. This little Primitive Baptist Church sits right off Woodpecker Route... and somehow our little (ha) family owns it? The first Sunday in May we've been meeting here since the mid 1950s. And the tradition continues... This is Gavin's third attendance. Noah opted out this year with a high fever :(

So many memories of this place from my childhood. And such a gratifing experience to watch your child relive your fond childhood memories. A large chunk of the day is spent in the church's graveyard playing hide and seek, looking for the oldest grave, and prying marbles out of a tombstone (yes, you read that right... The South has odd behaviors and customs...)

The famed marble grave... A natural inclination is to attempt to dig out the marbles...I've never been successful.

Hide and Seek!

After the 11 o'clock meeting in the church run with Robert's Rules of Order (calling a motion, seconding motion, all in favor...), an accapella Amazing Grace, blessing the dinner on the grounds, WE EAT!!!

For the love of family tradition...

Easter Pictures

No need for explaining... The annual Easter shots...

Egg hunt and a little ruckus

Our little Noah slept through the early morning Easter discoveries... we had to wake him up for church. Once we were home and dinner inhaled, Noah was ready for the eggs... PattyCake, Mom, Pop, Sissy, and PoppaDaddy all witnessed this spectacle.

And helped too...

Although, age considering, Noah is a natural!

Gavin has the concept down-pat

All in the name of good fun. A brotherly ruckus on the lawn...