The Clan


We had some professional photos made before we left our reunion in St.Louis and they are amazing!  You can definitely tell the ones that were counted down, 1-2-3 and the ones that weren’t.  I love both!  Do you have any idea how hard it is to get everyone looking in the same direction at the same time?



No Count


Other things may change us, but we start and end with family.  Anthony Brandt



Meet Me In St. Louis

This is the post that apparently was published in an alternate universe yesterday.  Don’t know what happened to the original.


Everyone made it safely to St. Louis – just in time for some bad weather – hail, torrential rain and high winds/tornados. We spent a little time down in the basement when the tornado got a little too close for comfort. Mr. Iknead’s new car fared pretty well during the hail, a couple of minor dings, one on the hood and one on the top.  I think we got off easy – it could have been much worse.

It was so good to be with everyone, watching all the little girls giggle and play. We marveled at how much everyone’s grown and were been introduced to Baby Carter, the newest leaf on our family tree.

Babymama spends some QT with Carter

We went to The Magic House and the Zoo.  Little niece Marin had a mishap at The Magic House with this resulting pretty blue cast on her leg.  Her doc couldn’t pinpoint a fracture on x-ray since two year olds still have so much cartilage, but just to be on the safe side, he recommended the cast.  Poor baby!

For the record, I didn’t hear this kid complain once – at all, about anything, before or after her adventures in casting.  We should all be so cool, calm and collected.  Marin, you’re awesome!

Lunch at the Zoo with Sprout

Art with Cousins

The young lovelies in this photo are, left to right,

Babydiva aka Harper

Papoose aka Susannah



Another Cousin, Lila, at the Zoo

Mr. Iknead: Truly a Wild and Crazy Guy

Dad Jason, Mom Julia and daughter, Mollie at the Zoo


Sprout and Me at the Zoo

More pics to come.  Stay tuned!

Time stays long enough for anyone who will use it.  Leonardo da Vinci



Under Construction, Fam Fun, Plumber Pain


In the past year or so, Mr. Iknead and I have been finally able to have some much needed work and/or sprucing up around our house, starting last spring with having the front yard landscaped and a sprinkler system installed.  Now, it’s spring again and it looks as if most, if not all of the plants wintered just fine and are greening up nicely.  We’re newbies to the gardening stuff and have been amazed to see plants that looked like a bunch of sticks sticking up are putting out new leaves and buds.  I find gardening very …… hopeful, as in, things encased in ice a month ago are again fresh green and getting fresher and greener every day.


We had new siding put up last fall, which we love; it’s made a huge difference.  Now, we’re having a new, nicer patio put in, with tile replacing the old, ugly concrete pad.  This means that today, a concrete guy is coming to break up the old concrete to ready it for the tile.  Sledgehammer or jackhammer?  No clue but it’s sure to be loud and dirty and Josie Pug will bark herself into exhaustion.


1:38 p.m.  Still waiting on concrete guy.  Beginning to get irritated.


We still have our trip to see the St. Louis branch of the Coleman clan the end of this week.  The weather is possibly going to be a little dicey, starting tomorrow. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that we can get out ahead of it or better yet, they miss the forecast.  This year, we have a new baby in the mix, Carter, bringing the current total of assorted grandkids to seven little ones under four years old.  Wow!  When you put that in writing, it’s sort of mind boggling.


Bad news.  We have a leak.  The plumber is here and he’s trying to figure out where it’s coming from.  He tells me that fixing it is going to involve digging.  At least it’s outside, but still not good.  They’ve been here a while and I think they’re still trying to pinpoint exactly where it is.  See ya later fun money.  It was nice knowing ya.  Sob.

Money grows on the tree of persistence.  Japanese Proverb














Getting the Band Back Together


About 24 hours from now, the official Coleman Family Reunion 2013 will commence.  We have a lot to catch up on – in the past three years, we’ve grown by six, our grands and the St. Louis branch grands – all girls, age three and under.  I’m looking forward to lots of girly giggling and princess playing, as that’s the Papoose’s favorite thing and she’s a tad on the bossy side at times.  Festivities start with a cookout at Babydiva’s house tomorrow evening and will wind up Sunday, when the St. Louis branch heads home and the Little Rock branch heads for the couch and a nap.  Party on!


in the road, take a picture.  Seriously.  I was walking on Monday, there was this fork, just laying in the middle of the sidewalk.  I walked about four more steps, decided I didn’t really care that the people driving by probably thought I was nuts, backtracked and took a picture.  I mean, really, how often does one really, really come upon a fork in the road.  Anyone besides me and Mr. Iknead remember the old Johnny Carson/Teri Garr skit, the one with a map and at some point Johnny would point to a map and say, “when you come to a fork in the road”?  Hilarious.  Or maybe you just had to be there.

This is the actual fork in the road.

I’m always seeing bizarre things on my walks, I’ve started carrying my phone for picture proof that yes, I really did see it.  On a walk last summer, a black chicken ran across the road in front of me.  Swear.  I think Mr. Iknead had seen it before and had actually gotten a picture.  If he did, I’ll post it.

There is no such thing in anyone’s life as an unimportant day.  Alexander Woollcott