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Two sisters, one mom, four days and way too many sore muscles
has turned this...

 Into Eight Hundred Eighty Eight Dollars. Wow!

Beach Sillyness

The Dancing YaYa's February 2nd 2010 Moclips Wa. 

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A Line In The Sand

I have been thinking a lot this month about endings. It’s something that comes natural this time of year. We look back at the rows of days on the calendar and think of that arbitrary mark that is the beginning of another year. Like Anne Shirley we look toward that “fresh tomorrow with no mistakes in it.” We pack up the memories of the day past, and line up our dreams for the one that is about to dawn. 
   Today I decided to make more than a mental exercise of this time honored tradition.  So Michael and I trekked off to Westport to draw a literal line in the sand.

 

 
Dear hubby indulged me in this makeshift ceremony, and stepped across with me into 2010.

Then it was off to catch a picture of the Grey's Harbor Lighthouse

And have a bowl of amazing seafood chowder at The One Eyed Crab

Thank you Michael for a lovely start to 2010.
Thank you Lord for another year stretched out before us... new and ripe with possibility.

Take Cake

Tradition is a curious thing. Why do we go out of our way to re-enact events from our past superimposing them upon the present? We make the same cookies every December or return like swallows to a favorite location. We find comfort and build memory with traditions and we love to capture it on film for posterity.
A couple of weeks ago I spent some time picking out an Anniversary cake for Shelby and Josh.This got me thinking about a messy tradition based upon my first birthday cake. Here I am enjoying my first birthday by destroying my baby size cake.








I decided when Shelby came along that I would continue the tradition.




Again when Darren turned One he was given permission to smear to his hearts desire. I was much more practical by then and opted for the hi-chair method.
Finally when Morgan reached the appointed age he too was granted his own heart shaped pastry. The cake pans are stored away now. They wait for the day when possibly one of my three will find joy in the act of cleaning frosting from their own children’s hair. Here’s to traditions! Big or small, they are great signs along the road.