The poet in me.

I am not a poet.

However, I was compelled to write a poem for a class. This is the one that I love best.

It is inspired by my family.

Hibiscus

Through the doorway of the room
the painted Hibiscus can be seen
the soft rounded petals are as flat as the wall
the babies cries can be heard
from the hall to the master bedroom
to the screen on the open window
the father is reading his book
hundreds of pages turning to one.
He is content
and loved by all the world.

Betty is the lady...

Betty Crocker is the lady.
When I was a little girl I used to go to my grandparents' house every spring break and eat loaves upon loaves of crunchy home-made bread.
(okay, so I didn't really like the crunchy bread back then but my how the times have changed.)
As I grew older and ultimately more mature ( I am quite charming and mature these days...) I developed a desire to have the basic skill of bread making passed down to me.

The time finally came last week.
My grandparents visited me in the great state of Florida (their first visit ever!!) and graciously took the time to show me how to bake bread.
Apparently I was cooking blind in the kitchen because my Grandmother bought me a "Betty Crocker" cook book and my world has changed.
THAT BOOK IS FREAKIN AWESOME!!

Seriously, If you don't own a copy, go out and buy one RIGHT now. (Wal-Mart is open 24-hours; there are no excuses for not having one by this time tomorrow...)

Absent.

So I guess at least two people read my blog.
Sorry I have been absent. In the last few weeks the Smith Family has driven at least 1200 miles round trip. We have gone south (to Orlando) then north (to Chattanooga) and south again (home). Our trips were great. We had a great time reconnecting with most of the different branches of our families (the only branch missing is the one my dad sits on).

When we were in Orlando we went non-stop all day. It was great. Jane had a wonderful time at the theme parks and Jake and I were able to relax a little bit too. Grandparents are great.

Chattanooga was a visual feast for the eyes. The fall colors were present in full effect. There was a national rowing competion on the Tennessee river the weekend we were there and the temperature was cool enough for a light jacket but not cool enough for hats and gloves.

Now we are all tired from our travels. Jane is finally figuring out how to sleep through the night again (Only because we make her cry in her bed if she wakes up or refuses to go to sleep). She does have a mystery virus though so we are pretty muched locked in for the next week.

I've got a lot of pictures to post from our different trips but no energy to post them right now. For those faithful readers that notice if I don't repost for three weeks, I promise I won't make you wait that long.

For everyone else...
you won't notice anyways.

Ciao!
Je suis une flame parmi des femmes.

Eclectic interactions...

Okay, I know that you all missed my senseless ramblings; so I'm back to satisfy all the cravings that you have had for your daily Smith Family update.

This picture here is a picture of the little lizard that crept into our house two weeks ago. He ran through the door, across the living room and under the couch. We searched for him almost daily. We upturned furniture, unloaded drawers and just caused a massive upheaval of the front of our house in general. Eventually we assumed that he had died. Tonight he ran across the wall and with our sticky hands and quick minds we were able to catch him before he could find a better hiding spot. He didn't go down without a fight thought; we had to coax him out from behind a picture on the wall after we scared him with the flash on our camera.

This my friends is a picture of the first thong Jane will ever wear. (I am not naive enough to let myself believe that it is the last thong she will ever wear.) We didn't do it on purpose. I know what you guys are thinking, "Jeez, they torture their child." No, no my friends, she did this all to herself. That skirt is a little awkward to begin with but after running and crawling and hiding in all of the small spots she could find in the restaurant we ate at for dinner the skirt fought back.

Tuesday was Park Day for the local play group. Jane loves this park because she gets to run around on all of the play things that are made for kids that are my size and I spend the whole time hyperventilating behind her. One of the other mom's joked by saying that she would catch Jane if someone else would catch me when I fainted. Secretely they all think I am crazy...

Jane isn't a fan of taking pictures when she is tired.

We took Jane to the pumpkin patch and she walked in unsure of herself but realized really quickly that we had taken her to a field full of funny sized balls that rolled wierd when she threw them. It was cute but then we decided we should leave before she broke one.

No, no, you're not hullicinating. That does look like a pumpkin stem growing out of Jane's head. We've been doing some experimental treatments on Jane trying to get her to grow faster. This is the only thing that developed. We love our little one-horned monster.

So we've been on a bit of a nature kick lately. Saturday we went to the Lake Jackson Indian Mounds in Tallahassee. I expected there to be at least ten mounds, tee-pees, period clothing, and demonstrations. Instead we found something a little simpler.

There were only two Indian mounds. I don't even think that one of them counted as an mound. It was more of an anthill actually. The other one was pretty impressive though. Apparently the native american's built this these mounds completely by hand. The top of the mound was covered with wildflowers that were about as tall as my shoulders. In between all of these wildflowers were butterflies. Now, I have lived in Tallahassee for three years and the butterfly migration has happened every year while I have walked around completely unaware. This time of year is amazing down here because it has FINALLY cooled down enough to wear long sleeves in the morning.

The park also had a fairly impressive set of hiking trails that wound through the forest surrounding the mounds. We crossed over streams and by little cliffs. Jane had a great time walking over the bridges. She was so cute; she would walk to one side of the bridge, turn around and walk a back to the other side of the bridge. She did this over and over again. When we finally made her stop she got mad, sat down on the ground and cried.






So I would say that our weekend outing was successful. We spent time together as a family that didn't involve sitting on the couch in our living room or on the sidewalk in the backyard. Jane was tired when we got home and we didn't have a hard time getting her to take a nap. (That is always a positive!)





And, finally, we have all of these great pictures to share with you. Of course you don't get to see them all, but really, it's okay, I know that your not that interested... :)

Chapter One

What a beautiful world we live in...

We went to St. Marks National Wildlife Refuge today to look at the migrating monarch butterflies and scope out some aligators in their natural habitat.

Jane and I enjoyed some sand and sun while carefully avoiding the little critters that life in the sand

Jane hitched a ride on Jake's back when we realized that she couldn't be trusted to walk on her own. One year old's tend to go deaf when they hear their parents telling them not to do something.

The little creatures in the sand. Jake was standing very still over this crabs hole. We had to gain his trust before he would come out and greet us.

Jane and I posed for a picture in a little grove of palm trees.

Jake and Jane walked along the beach. You could see the little paths that the aligators made through the bushes.

Family picture in front of the St. Marks Lighthouse. This would make a great Christmas card...