9/11; Everyone has a story.

Most anyone, when asked, knows exactly where they were when the events of 9/11 occurred.

Charlie and I have each shared a little bit about that day with the boys.  But not much.  Neither of us talk about it, really.  Because in the end, we were safe--and others, so many others, were not.  And it is those who gave or lost everything, in my mind, who lay claim to talking about that day. 

But....as much as this blog serves as a craft journal for me, it's also meant to memorialize certain things I wish to share with the boys.  And as the events of 9/11 have in no small way shaped my perspective on how I choose to live, I've decided to write an entry for when the boys are older.  I worry I might not remember as well in a few years--even though I'm certain I'll never forget. 

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Adventures in tie dye.

Like so many in our area, in the last two weeks we have experienced an earthquake, a hurricane, and flooding.  And for my family, specifically, please add in a trip to the ER (yes for littlest one.  Again!), a trip to Disney, heading back to school, power outages, and a flooded basement.  You can imagine how grateful I am that we were able to weather it all. 

But I am not going to post about any of those things just yet.  Instead, I'm going to recall a fun project that filled one day (and beyond) with color--a tie dye kit by Jacquard. 

Bought for a steal at the local big box chain, it came complete with bottles, primary dyes, rubber bands, gloves, and even an instructional dvd (which was awesome for the kids to preview before getting started).  We've had the kit all summer but finally cracked it open when some friends were over.  I can't believe I've never tie dyed before.  You will see more shirts popping up in future pictures as the boys constantly reach for them.  We made a ton.  And I see more in our future.

Here they are sporting a few creations during a summer day trip in Baltimore.  Yes, they are loud and bright.  The shirts, too.

Here's to colorful days--I think we could all use some right about now.  Happy Friday.

Sandra

Back to School, 2011.

On a wet and rainy morning, the two oldest were all smiles as they waited to board their bus.

 

Few words were spoken.  And as the rain came down, few pictures were snapped. 

But I did manage to capture Charlie offering some advice.  And I was happy to witness them both intently listening--we are in no rush for the "you don't know what you're talking about" phase that ambushes many on their parental path.

Off they went, our 3rd and 1st grader.  I was sad, of course, but also genuinely excited for them because they both adore school.

But littlest one?  Much like last year*, he was not in favor of being left behind.

He starts school next week.  Until then, I am in distraction mode.

Sandra

*My word, do our boys look impossibly older than last year.  It would be silly to tear up now after holding it together at the bus stop, now wouldn't it?