Welcome to flamingobear. We're the Martin family. Jenn cooks a lot. Tim eats it. And the trees are awesome.
Little Miss Lindy took her place among the great actresses of our age last night in the BUMC Day School Spring Show. She was the doctor, or, the patient, or something.
We’re trying something new with this video… interviews. So, we have some commentary by Lindy in addition to her great work.
Enjoy.
Lindy just walked in here while I was processing some pictures for Jenn (including perhaps her least favorite thing she’s ever made!) She was being sweet and kind of leaning on me. So I picked her up, and gave her a hug.
Tim: Lindy, will you always be my baby?
Lindy: Yes.
Tim: What about when you’re 22?
Lindy: Yes.
Tim: So, if I call you, and say, “Lindy, come and give me a hug,” will you do it? Even if you live somewhere different from me?
Lindy: nods sweetly Yes… but my name might not be Lindy!
Remarkably, the snow we got last night hasn’t melted yet. In fact, we totaled something between 4 and 6 inches of snow. There are few things that are as much fun as snow, especially when you see it so rarely.
So, back out into the snow we went this morning. The conditions were very different. The precipitation got wet last night… and so we found a crusty layer on top of the snow. Not ideal, but not enough to dissuade us from sledding either. So back out we went… And we found what are undoubtedly some of my favorite family pictures this year…
It doesn’t snow very often here in Nashville; it just doesn’t. Threats are commonplace… actual snow, not so much. I heard someone say today that there’s a “Nashville Snow Effect”. You take the forecasts, divide them by 10, and you get reality. It’s not far off.
So, last night when they cancelled school for today, I was dubious. On this fine occasion, though, they were right. We got actual snow.
And snow is just. plain. fun. I have no better way of sharing that with you than a bit of video. We cruised over to the hill at our next door neighbor’s house and had at it… All the girls feature nicely in the video, as do I in a first person attempt at recording the raw adrenaline that is small hill sledding. But do you know who steals the show? None other than Miss Oakley.
In the car, rocking out with the “The Partridge Family” (yes, it’s possible!):
Linden: I woke up in love this morning!
Me (worried where this was going, based on the song): Really?
Linden: Yeah – with you and Daddy!
This post is one of those that’s really about good ol’ Tim. Later, when I want to remember what Christmas 2009 was like, I’ll come looking for this post, and these pictures. Feel free to join me in that memory if you like.
How do you stop your daughters from sneaking down to see if Santa came in a house as open ours?
And really, what better day is there to risk taking a picture of a sleeping child? I mean, we wanted her to wakeup, already!
Hand crafted, homemade Christmas gifts have long been a tradition in the Martin family. This year was no exception… Check these out…
As new homes in Tennessee go, ours is in a pretty old spot. The very first settlement in Williamson County was, literally, across the street from us, and dates back to at least 1800. We’re talking really old. In fact, our local plant expert, Mike Berkley, tells us that his read on things is that our “orchard” has been cultivated for an incredibly long time.
Halloween got off to a slow start with the cancelation of two more soccer games (bummer!), but it picked up from there. We had an excellent, chill visit to the farmers’ market, followed by a visit to Provence’s Fall Fest. Much to our surprise, the Fall Fest included face painting, which contributed to the later festivities beautifully.
As every Halloween should, ours finished with some excellent trick-or-treating on a gorgeous, crisp, fall night. Really, a nearly full moon, a partly cloudy sky, 50° temperatures… it was beautiful. Further, the neighborhood we adopted for the night (Annandale) was nothing short of fantastic. The walks were short, the people were great (this is part of our school bus route), and the houses were awesome. All told, the night was great.
Without further ado, allow me to present, “The Three Broomsticks“!
A couple of weeks ago, Jenn posted this sweet picture of Lindy’s shoes. It captures a sweet moment, our last baby with her little feet before she suffers the curse of my size 15’s.
Well, last night, I was downloading and processing the latest collection of pictures from the camera and found this:
Also cute. Also Lindy. Also my baby.
But here’s the scary part. Lindy is my third daughter. And my wife really likes consignment shopping. And shoes.
Let’s hope, for your sake and mine, that this post shouldn’t have been titled “Lou’s Shoes, Post 2 of 30″.
Note: I can only get away with giving Jenn a hard time like this because she knows how much I love that she’s taking pictures nowadays, and doing a great job at it. I love you, honey!