A Couple of Basket Cases and a Graduate

Looking at Doug and I you would never believe that our offspring could be capable of getting a tan, but little Miss Brownberry, as my mom calls her, has confounded us all and claimed the recessive Native American gene from my side of the family. Not that she's that dark obviously, but look at that tan! Why did I have to get the freckles...? *sigh*

I digress.

Anyway, my cute little basket babies hindering helping Dad to fold laundry.


MaCheezmo!


Sterling is probably almost as glad as I am to be done with preschool. Not that he didn't like it once he was there, but he'd fight it everytime I told him to get ready for preschool. I think he just prefers to be cozy at home (probably playing the Wii). I am doubly glad since I had two groups I was co-teaching this year (Sterling's and Evie's) and that is a HUGE deal for me. I am one who likes to keep my days as simple and uncluttered as possible, and social scenes to a minimum (not that I don't adore my friends). So this year was a bit of a burn-out for me and I am thankful for the 3-month reprieve before I have to start up Evie's group again in the fall.

Devan, Sterling, Marie, Mylie, Jazlyn, Lydia, Clark





I must mention here, that he is nearly inseparable from that Nike bottle which (for Sterling) doubles as a portable sprinkler/weapon of damp annoyance.

Miss Kari handing out the certificate of completion