Sewing at Grandma's

SUPRISE! It's Allison. You may not know me because I have only done one blog. Yet I am here!

The last blog I did was that lame bird blog.

Well, I hope this entertains you as much as Andrea and Amy's blogs entertain you.

The other day Mommy, Amy, Andrea and I went to Grandma's house to learn how to make a nightgown. Now you have to understand that we have never EVER read a pattern before, besides my blanket patterns.

So we had a lot to learn. Grandma was very nice to have us over and teach us. When we were all younger Grandma used to make us dresses, and little shorts and stuff. She still makes dresses for Abigail and Anna. I thought reading patterns was going to be amazingly hard, but it wasn't. I guess we picked an easy pattern or something. It was a really nice little activity.

The Silent Whistle

A little girl in the schoolyard
Watched John get kicked and hit
And wanted to tell the teacher
But her earnest tongue she bit!
She couldn’t, for the life of her,
Speak up for poor John’s sake
So she kept her head down quiet
And watched as John’s spirit brake.
Afraid, she was, to tell the truth
And didn’t quite know why.
She’d rather watch her friend get hurt
And shut her ears to his cry.

Good Times with Good Friends

Allen, Amy, and I went to the CHEC conference this week. I was sitting with Rachel, who had one of the Youth Vendor tables. She was selling lovely little tissue pouches and hair ornaments, with which I was absolutely smitten. I’ve never seen such charming designs! I shared the table with her, selling coloring books. Sitting in a plastic chair at a small table for three days straight may not seem like great fun (unless, of course, one has Rachel for one’s companion), but some good friends showed up and sat there with us, and we had a grand time.


I showed up with only a dollar to my name, a crate full of coloring books, and a box of colored pencils. The dollar I promptly squandered on a pencil sharpener, which we actually put to good use coloring some books that had water damage. Hailey and I then decided to do a sociological experiment, which consisted of asking

Footprints in the River

I wrote this for some of my very best friends who I will cherish and remember always.
I love you guys. :-)



Travelling down this watery highway
Of a memory never made
Making footprints in the river
That are swiftly washed away.

Hear the whispered song of water 
As it shapes the pebbles smooth
Watch the sun dance on the river
Or the white rays of the moon.

Only footprints in the river--
Is that what I'll someday be?
Only footprints in the river--
Just a memory of a dream.

Our Back Yard

I like it. =)

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Leaving Neverland

Avery turned thirteen recently. He has officially joined the ranks of teenager-hood, thus upping our numbers to the hideously enormous sum of five. And do you know what follows?


The majority of the Fountain children are teenagers. Not cool.

I don’t want us to grow up. When you grow up, you leave. It’s hard to realize that someday we’re not all going to be the Fountain Children any more. We won’t even be the Fountain Adults. We’re going to be “those kids of Ann and Andrew’s who all got married and have their own families now.” We won’t really be brothers and sisters any more. I mean, we will, but not every day. We won’t share bedrooms. We’re not going to eat our meals together. There’s not going to be the loud, jostling, cheerful racket around the dinner table, and we won’t be sharing silly stories about bowling last night. We won’t be tickling and teasing each other all the time. We won’t be in the same house as each other. Not even the same neighborhood, probably, and maybe not even the same state.