my soapbox

Everyone I meet in Arizona, upon finding out that I am from Alabama says the same thing. "you don't sound like you're from Alabama." Which could be read a number of ways.
- you don't sound barefoot and illiterate
- you don't have an enormous southern accent that I think is funny.
- and on along those lines. there may also be positive spins on this, but I haven't discovered them yet.

And thus my soapbox.
- Could it be possible that not everyone in Alabama sounds like Gomer Pyle? And even if they do, they could still be way smarter than you?
- Could it be possible that there are other people in Alabama who sound like me? Thus, I would sound like I was from Alabama.

But it is progress, from being blamed for all the racism in the world. (that's another blogpost)

Lily Takes Pics and Hostages

When the garden comes in, we'll put pics of those up. Until then, here's Lily's camerawork and demonstrated interest in blindfolding friends and family.

Also included: Lily's excitement from the stroller as Daddy hits baseballs off-camera; Rob, practically a family member, is Lily's favorite person in Arizona; Mommy n Lily feigning sleep.

Play-Doh Chairs and Baby Toes

Lily has designed her own chairs in Play-Doh

She is also becoming a desert gardener.

Some Recent Pics

We haven't posted pics recently. Here are a few of Lily and Jenny at the Fishers' place. The first pic is of when we were running around with Earl, Herb, and Clay in the backyard, blowing bubbles. The second includes Lily's drawing--though you can't see it, she has drawn her first face. The last is of Lily and Jenny making a gingerbread house. You'd be surprised how much delicious frosting it takes to hold together pieces of gingerbread.

The botttom two pics are of Lily on Daddy's birthday and one of Daddy by Lily.