Friday, August 22, 2008

I am poignantly reminded that I am a mother of boys . . .

. . . everytime I glance at the real-live snake skin that has been sitting on my kitchen counter for the past two days, which John Mark found in the woods near Gabriel's football practice field.

Snake skin.

On the kitchen counter.

3 comments:

The Jones Family said...

Love it! Oh- what I have to look forward to : )

Anonymous said...

Jenn,
snake skins will never hurt you only the stuff that goes in them will! So glad to see your blog up and running again! Football pictures I assume will be coming up?! Love you guys --- Papa(or Poppy as John Mark called me/kinda like that by the way)

Anonymous said...

Yea, new pictures and stories!

Snake skins...just the beginning.
Be sure to check pockets.

tee hee

Auntie C