The theme continues

Today's Peanuts suggests that my theory about beginner's luck may have been correct...

--Maddie

p.s. Thanks, Gram, for calling this important piece of data to my attention.

I'm not saying... I'm just saying

I'm not saying I have a direct, BatPhone-type line to the Big Being Upstairs, but half an hour after that last post we got a little cloudburst, and the next day we got our first real rainstorm in months...

Again, I'm not saying I'm so important. Maybe you get a freebie the first time, or it's beginner's luck... I'm just saying...

--Maddie

Dear God

Dear God,

Please stop.

I know many Atlantans have probably done many bad things that deserve your wrath, but will you indeed dessicate the righteous with the wicked?

Or are you just confused? This is not Death Valley!

Please, please stop. The slides at the playground are too hot to use.

Maddie

Dawg days

It's hot. Haawwwwwttttt...


Paloma says she doesn't know why they call them "dog days." Mostly we stay inside and do things like try new hairstyles...


Also, Mama has been on a baking kick, and I am doing my best to help:


That escapade, however, led to this horrific assault:



Transcription: "All done! All done! All done!"

--Maddie

Summer stumbles to a close

Dear Friends,

What does the end of summer mean? Many things, many things...

It means that it's time to go back to church (sorry, all you ministers out there, I'm just writing what I observe).


It means I'm growing up -- 17 months! (Hold your hand over the bottom half of the photo and you can imagine I'm all grown up!)


It means eking out a few more days of summer fun -- a little splashing in the backyard kiddie pool, a little Goldfish snack, and a little time with Jean Bottero's Religion in Ancient Mesopotamia. Good times for a scholar's baby...

(not posed)

It also means that I've been sent to a detainment camp, a.k.a. "daycare." I am not amused by this mutinous action on the part of my servants. I will update this story in the future...

--Maddie