Welcome to our little house on the prairie.
(Isn't that picture priceless in sepia? Doesn't it remind you of the no-nonsense photographs from days gone by? No smiles or anything. And slightly blurry. Perfect.)
And Carrie, of course. (Or mean Nellie, as she sometimes decides to be. Hmmm.)
Yes, I answer to Ma around these parts, lately. Seriously. They are role-playing Little House all.the.time. They've even renamed ALL their stuffed animal dogs "Jack".
We've been reading through the stories each afternoon (we're halfway through On the Banks of Plum Creek), and it is such a special time. A couple months ago, we purchased the first season on DVD so our children too will know the joy of growing up watching such a sweet and wholesome show. Watching the series as a child is a special memory of mine. (That and MacGyver.) I have yet to make it through an episode without becoming a little teary-eyed, but no one (who knows me well) would be surprised to hear that. :)
The weather has been perfect for playing in our "backyard prairie"...we will be sad when they start to build homes behind us, so for now, the kids run wild and free!
It is so wonderful to be reminded of the imagination of a child...so playful, carefree, and magical.