last night...

I can't remember the last time I saw snow falling...maybe that storm during my senior year at Carolina. Remember that, girls? Walking down Franklin St. in the middle of the night? Sniff sniff...I loved that night.

and this morning

You might be thinking that I've made a mistake, that this picture had to have been taken last night...it's dark after all. No, friends, 'fraid not. This picture was taken around 7:45 this morning (notice that she is still in her pajamas). Kate could hardly contain herself this morning. She couldn't wait to go outside and play in the snow.

While I'm thinking about it, Kate has a new thing. Every morning around 9:00 she announces that the "dark's better." I respond, "Really?" She answers, "Jesus did it." Jesus makes the dark better. Amen, sister. Stephen is undoubtedly proud of her theological insight :)

up and running...

the Burtons and the blog, that is. Sorry for the horribly long delay. We inadvertently left our memory card lodged in the digital photo frame we gave to Mamaw and Papaw Burton for Christmas (thank you, Priscilla!).
Oh, where to begin! Life is crazy, beautifully crazy, these days. Samuel is a sweet, sweet boy who loves to sleep in his swing. Kate is a silly, funny, nut who runs around the house as a naked jay bird one minute and as Cinderella the next. This morning, she was in full "Rella" get-up by 7:15. That's the dress, the shoes, the crown, and the purse. By 7:15. Nuts.
But enough blabbering. I know that most of you have been checking the blog hoping for pics of my youngin's, so here you go. It's late (wow, 10:30 p.m. didn't seem "late" all that long ago...), and I'm one tired momma, so I haven't posted as many as I'd like, but we'll do better. Promise.

sorry, Sam...

I know, I know. But we couldn't resist. You have to admit, it is pretty cute.

Christmas Eve

Kate and I baked cookies for Santa Clause on Christmas Eve. Now, whenever she wears these pajamas, she says "Cookies!".

Okay, before I share what I'm thinking, let's all acknowledge that I'm a bit of a dork. Okay, whenever I see this picture of Sam, I'm reminded of the convict in Great Expectations who ends up being Pip's benefactor. I imagine him hiding in the fog with his file and wearing a toboggan...this last detail probably isn't even in the novel, but I've got a detailed imagination. But here's what I'm wondering...is it sad that my sweet baby boy reminds me of a fugitive? Hmmm...

my sam