The M&M Story

I find this whole blog thing fascinating yet absolutely terrifying. When Brian started this years ago, it made sense to me. A writer, a techie of sorts, sure write a blog. The man didn't say much, but he sure could create a symphony (he'd probably say a folk song or two) on paper. Me, I'm more of a comic book type, with bubbles and characters and shallow, incomprehensible thoughts. I'm more of talker, as many of my friends will attest. At first, I was okay with it, write on the blog, for those far away, for those close by, stories of the boys, stories of your faith, anything that came to mind to share. But as the years have moved forward, I find it more and more challenging to really write anything of consequence. Maybe it's the last weeks, as I've faced fear after fear and realized how crippled I really am. Shouldn't I just write of God's glory? Of His beauty? Of His perfection? I recently thought to myself, "if I only read my Bible an

B LOVES Aunt Nealy Originally uploaded by smaynor I just love this picture of Briggs. Something about the smile. And the eyes.

The IPhone Mini-lesson Originally uploaded by smaynor We grew up on Star Wars, Atari, and the invention of the cordless phone. Our kids will grow up with HD 3D, the WII, and the IPhone.

I'm not sure who reads this blog...but I did just put up a bunch of new pictures on flickr of birthdays and day trips. And more are coming, so feel free to browse.

IMG_2958 Originally uploaded by smaynor When we went to LA, we took a little trip on our own to the Long Beach Aquarium. It has an amazing Pacific Ocean exhibit, in which we found Nemo in several different tanks.

In the past several days, my eldest has shined in his exhibition of responsibility. 1. Friday morning, Max got dressed, put his shoes on and brushed his teeth without any prompting. 2. Today he did the same thing. This time it was for church. 3. This afternoon his water bottle was in the car and he asked if he could go get it (before bed). He took my keys, opened the car door, got it out, closed the car door, and reset the alarm. And then handed me the keys. He knew what button to push and everything. 4. Last night at dinner, his paper napkin got all wet. We didn't have any more in the basket where we keep them, so he went downstairs to where I store them. I fully expected him to show up with only one. Instead, he brought up a handful, put them in the basket, and brought over a couple to the table to make sure everyone had one. 5. Last week he offered to clean the house.