Andrea's Senior Pictures!

 Andrea and I went to a park last week and took her senior pictures.

I'm happy with how the turned out!

She is so beautiful, inside and out.
And I don't care how cliched that sounds.
Best sister I could have ever asked for!

New Pictures

I finally updated that sidebar to your right. It seems like everyone's changed quite a bit!

More pics:

She. is. way. too. cute.

Andrea's New Blog

This is Andrea speaking, ladies and gentlemen, and I am here to inform you that I've made my own blog! (Hold your applause)
So! If you'd like, you can drop by. In fact, please do. :-)
http://www.anotherfountaingirl.blogspot.com/

A Project

   

I took this, this, and this,

and easily made

this

(below),

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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.