Dylan and Lark -- The Band Is Back Together
Some sweet pictures of Dylan and Lark together.
What would Lark be without that crazy hair.
Great Granny
A beautiful picture of Lark with her great
grandmother, Sarah Tillman.
Pickin' Up a Pe-Can Put It In Your Pocket
We found a big pecan tree at the Indian mound,
so naturally we needed to gather up pecans,
put them in a straight row on a bench, and count
them.
Grandma provided excellent help for this project.
Voila!!
Playing with Cars Works Anywhere
Here I am playing with cars on top of the
Indian mound. Portable fun for everyone.
Good thing Mom can fit about 5 in her pockets.
Indian Mound With Grandma
Here we are at Natchez's Indian mound.
Still walking . . . .
A nice picture of Grandma.
Lark and Barbara
Lark gets to meet Barbara.
Strong, capable woman meets future strong
capable woman.
Lark and Olivia
Self-explanatory. :)
Mountain Waterfall
During the hike, we saw three waterfalls, all made bigger
by something called the 100 Year Flood. Here I am checking
out the falls with Daddy.
A rare pair of smiles for the camera.
Dad and Grammy On Hike

We went on a hike in the mountains where Momma carried
Lark and Daddy carried me most of the way (great fun for
Daddy). Here he and Grammy pose on a bridge.
Lark and Grammy Rock Out
Grammy and Lark getting some snuggle time
in the big Lazy Boy rocking chair.
In this pic, Lark's mohawk / Kewpie Doll look
is in full display.
Hanging with Grammy at Mountain House
So recently I got to play with my Grammy
at the mountain house. Here we are together.
We had a great time hanging out.
Spyglasses and Scupper the Sailor Dog
So lately I have been obsessed with "Scupper the Sailor Dog"
and his spyglass that he hangs on a nail inside his ship. When
Mom told me this playground thing was a spyglass, I got
very excited about the whole thing.
Not sure that I mastered looking through it, but hey . . . .
A Focused Search for Candy, if Not Focused Pictures
These are not the best pictures, but you
get the point. Here I am heading out with
my daddy.
The back of my costume is just a hoot,
according to my Momma. Don't know what
that means.
In my neighborhood, you have to scale
many stairs to be candy-worthy.
Score!
Cookie Monster Hits Halloween
My mother adored the way the back of my
costume looked.
A family of monsters.
The Princess Who Was a Pea
In the words of my great grandmother:
"What kind of place is this?" -- (i.e., why am I
dressed as a pea, and why is this pumpkin
attacking me?!).
A Brother and Sister Comparison

To the left: sleepy girl.
To the right: crazed boy.
Lark and Dylan Get Clean
Dylan: an alien creature has been invading my bath
lately.

Lark: who is the weird big kid with the blue bubble bath
bottle?