Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
April 26, 2008
Friday, April 25, 2008
Thursday, April 24, 2008
April 23, 2008
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Nathan's choice--April 19, 2008
You might think that our house was built in 1887 and that this is a secret passageway, but it's not. Our house was built in the '70s and this is just the crawl space under my closet.
(Mom's note: Nathan's favorite show is If Walls Could Talk and he would dearly love it if we found a secret passageway. Sadly, there are probably not too many mysteries to be found in our 1970's tract house).
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Nathan's pick--April 17, 2008
These pictures go with the poem Nathan wrote today (he wants to say that it's based on a real poem):
Oh, I want to go to the end of the sidewalk
Maybe it goes to 9078, or zero oh seven
And I walk there, and walk there, and walk there
Until I reach the end of the sidewalk
Where the sidewalk turns green.
Oh, what a mad land!
Sunday, April 13, 2008
April 13, 2008
My breakfast in bed that Nathan brought to me. The cinnamon toast actually started out as cumin toast--darn those similiar spice bottles! Apparently, our dogs LIKE cumin toast (not much of a surprise, as our dogs will eat anything), and my new cinnamon toast was delicious.
The temperature right now, at 1:45.
April 12, 2008
Friday, April 11, 2008
Nathan's choice--April 11, 2008
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Monday, April 7, 2008
Friday, April 4, 2008
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Nathan's choice--April 3, 2008
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