Thursday, December 31, 2009

A Beginning . . .

For last year's words belong to last year's language.

And next year's words await another voice.

And to make an end is to make a beginning.

~T.S. Eliot, "Little Gidding"

They say a goal NOT written down is only a dream. Well the Cleverly's have a goal so this will be the official "writing down" of thus said GOAL!

We want to MOVE!!!!!

I love my house usually in the summer, because I have a patio and a pretty big yard. So we can move some of our "living" outside. But when hibernation sets in sometime in November, the proclamations that it is time to move, begin to be heard.
This house is too small!
We have got to move!
Get out of my way!
Stop touching me! Moving might not help this one.
This house is too small, we HAVE to move!!!!!!
So we are serious. Hopefully, the previously posted stars are beginning to align ( knock on wood) and we can sell our home and move into a home that will accomodate our growing family and by growing I only mean taller. Not one of my kids is done growing yet!
Our focus for the next few months is to finish some unfinished projects around the house including replacing lino and painting kitchen cupboards.
Selling our house will be one big step into creating a new beginning next year. I've been feeling a little "stuck" lately so it will be fun to "rev" things up a bit.
Happy New Year everyone!

Thursday, December 17, 2009

What life brings . . .

So. Every now and then I get hit with a wave of grief. As fresh today as the day 9 years ago when I realized my child bearing was done. Who knows what brings it on. The fact that my sister is having her first any day now could be the trigger to these pangs. Other times I see families with several and several in my personal dictionary is more than three, children and wonder if we are missing someone.
Intellectually I know it's okay. Three kids is enough. They are awesome kids. And in a practical sense three is easy. And most importantly I do know that my Heavenly Father knows my circumstances and is pleased with our family. I'm certain this trial is by His design.
But the crux of my whole frustration is that is wasn't my choice. It wasn't my decision. I felt like I had just started "that phase" of my life and it was over.
Don't get me wrong, 99% of the time I have come to terms with what life has handed me, but every now and then it makes me sad.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Catching up!

The following are posts about everything going on around here the last few months. Please click on Older Posts after you look at Trent's pictures because there is a post for London and Brennan but they got kicked to the Older Posts page:(

The Nutcracker

Today's Generation Dance Studio put on a presentation of The Nutcracker and invited the Ballet Academy of Moses Lake to perform the snow scene and below are some of the pictures from Snow. Sorry they are a little blurry, I was trying my museum setting that had no flash and I was actually sitting pretty far back in the theatre.

This is actually a pretty cool picture, but I cannot figure out what happened to her legs?

Isabelle and her friend Heidi.
Thank you Today's Generation for inviting us, it was a beautiful production!


Seriously late pictures of Isabelle's seriously belated birthday party!

Haley Manly, one of Isabelle's good friends who is loaded with personality!
One of the things they did was make and eat caramel apples. They did there very best to get as much caramel on their faces as possible. They did a pretty good job!
Mercedez (we miss you), Haley and Allison

Quincy, Isabelle and Mercedez

The whole gang! They are soooo cute!

Outside roasting marshmallows.
We are so glad Isabelle has such good friends!!!

Trent turns 40!!!!!

Trent turned the big FOUR-OH in October!!! I threw him a big surprise party. There were close to 100 people in my little house, but it worked out great and I was so happy that so many people came to show him how much they love him!!!

This is Trent coming in the door to hopefully be surprised!

Four lifelong friends. Standing l-r: Monte Bowen and Stacey Grigg. Seated: Travis Palmer and Trent. Missing was Roger Ostler.

Trent Grandma and Grandpa Evans and brother-in-law Scott.

Sister in-law Kim, Stacey and Jeff.

Lots of people!
Thanks everyone who came!!!


As I'm sure I mentioned more than once, London made Varsity Soccer! I'm not proud or anything. I don't have many good pictures because I don't have the best camera for that distance. Guess what is on my Christmas list? Here are a few from Regionals, the first appearance to Regionals ever for MLHS.
She is #2.
This picture is London subbing in.

A back shot as they are announcing the team roster. Those 3 are freshman.
We were really proud of London this season and are looking forward to 3 more!


Here are a couple of pictures of Brennan during soccer. I am terrible at sports pictures because I get too caught up in the game and forget I have a camera in my hand.

This is Brennan back as a defender. He is pretty good back there!

This is a funny picture, I didn't really see everyone's faces untill I uploaded it for this post. I wonder what just happened?!

Of course, fall means Brennan has a birthday. the big 9. Wow, one year left and my baby will be in double digits!

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Random Thoughts . . .

*Quote for the day: Being the first Sunday of the month it's fast Sunday, which personally I think is horrible the day after Halloween. But anyway Trent catches Brennan eating a KitKat before church and says, "Brennan, don't you remember it is fast sunday?" "Yes", says Brennan. "I just need a little snack."

*I have no blinkers in my van right now, so we have resorted to using arm signals until we can figure out what the problem is. Completely humiliating. I'm glad we have been reviewing hand signals in cub scouts for bike safety.

*Chiefs Girls Soccer is going to regionals for the FIRST TIME EVER!!!!! Soccer has been exhausting, expensive, frustrating and totally worth it. We are proud of London for making varsity as a freshman. She has had some growing pains with this new adventure but she has done pretty well for the most part.

*I am the pianist in Relief Society. I love to play the piano, but not for other people. Most of my piano skill is self taught. I have a decent amount of musical education but not a lot of actual piano lessons. Little story . . . I decided to take lessons at Ricks when I was there, so signed up. I showed up to lessons the first day to find we had team lessons. The other girl had obviously had years of piano lessons so I went from feeling fairly proud of my piano skills to completely pathetic. I don't remember much about lessons for the rest of the semester but the "Recital" will be forever etched in the "Most embarrassing file" for the rest of my life. I showed up to the recital with my faithful roommate. I think I was last and followed wonderfully, complicated piano pieces. I really wanted to climb under the chair I was sitting on and become completely invisible, but no such luck. Resigned I sat down and played my piece. Variations of Clair de Lune. All I can remember is mine was that piano piece that everyone politely sits through yet can't wait until it's over. My friend and I laughed all the way home. Anyway, today was another one of those days. I swear I'm like the Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde of pianists. I wasn't told what songs we were singing until I walked into relief society. Sometimes this is ok, but not today. The opening song was Have I done any good? and I couldn't get one note right, it was all I could do to keep from rolling on the ground laughing during the song it was so horrible. They would have been better off singing a capella. The practice song was Because I have been given much. I love that song and didn't miss one note. I even had crescendos and decrescenos. The last song was Dear to the Heart of the Shepherd, nearly as bad as the first song. Somedays I am just so glad when the last note is sung, amen is said and I can put my hymn book away and call it good!

*I tried to make a witch hat out of cake for the Bruneel's annual Halloween party (good times!). I saw Paula Deene do this on her show. Pretty easy or so she made it seem. So I got up and made the cake before we headed out to the soccer game. When we got home I tried to put the layers together that form the hat but my cake was super crumbly. How on earth does one screw up a boxed cake mix? Anyway as I'm frosting it the cake is falling apart. I exclaim to Trent, "My cake is a disaster!" He comes and looks at it and says "Sure is Babe!" I quickly gave up. I did not have time to deal with that. I tasted it later that night, and although it was falling apart and looked terrible it tasted pretty good. So when Trent wanted to throw it away I wouldn't let him thinking the kids might enjoy it still (Brennan had made a token attempt at redeeming it for me, what a good boy!). Well Trent just announced that my cake was starting to look like the Sorting Hat.

*We have a couple new pets around here, thank you Trent. Crayfish. You probably didn't know crayfish could be pets did you? Well apparently you can when you have a 9 year old son in the house. He has been feeding them hot dogs. They are outside on the back patio in a tub. We had 3 but one died so now we have 2. Brennan disected the dead one, so in the tub are 2 crayfish and crayfish parts. I'm not sure how long we will be able to keep those 2 since we have a neighborhood cat that keeps trying to "fish" in the tub. I'll keep you posted!

*Reviewing this post I'm noticing a trend. It could very well be I need to learn a few things about pride. I guess I better ponder that, hmmmmmmmm!

Friday, September 25, 2009

Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones, But Names Will Never Hurt Me?

Post Edit:
Just to clarify. I, thankfully don't think anyone is gossiping about me or my immediate family. At least nothing too vicious and nothing that has wound it's way back to my ears.
This was in response to some things that were said about some people close to me that shall remain anonymous. But it was so frustrating to hear what was said and know it was pure untruth and very hurtful. It was a good lesson in how truly devestating gossip can be. So don't do it!!!!

I do not know who came up with that saying, but they are far from right.
A Jewish Proverb says "What you don't see with your eyes, don't witness with your mouth. "
I know we all gossip. I think it is the nature of human beings. Some are less inclined to do this than others and then there are those who have "diahrea of the mouth". So I am not going to use this post to further spread gossip but hopefully to warn. When you choose to pass on information think long and hard of the possible consequences. Are you sure it's absolute truth? And even then does it need to be passed along? What do you gain?
I have witnessed the unspeakable harm gossip can do to people. Some have weathered the storm fairly well, but they were in a good emotional state to begin with, where others were not. They were already in a vulnerable position and this has been devastating.
The mind is not as resilient as the body, therefore, sticks and stones may break a bone but that bone will heal, usually with no lasting effects, but "names" do hurt and can leave you crippled!

Friday, September 18, 2009

Love is in the air?

One of the things I appreciate about little boys is their matter-of-factness. They don't get too emotional about things which is a pretty nice balance to the emotion that abounds with girls.

Today I am driving my 3rd grade son to school and he casually announces that he has a girlfriend.

"Oh, really? Who?" I ask. He tells me it's a little girl who is new to our school and neighborhood and to protect her future rep, we will refer to her as "Jane". I probe him further only to find out that this relationship is not really something he enjoys but rather tolerates. He proceeds to explain that "Jane" follows him around the playground and watches him play soccer and dreamily sighs at his prowess on the soccer field. Are you kidding me?
Okay, so I am belly rolling while he is telling me all this because they are in THIRD GRADE!!!!!!! And his non-chalance about it kills me.

So, after school, we have some more alone time and I quiz him further about his "girlfriend". He tells me he has decided to break-up with her. (Again I have a near car accident, because I'm laughing so hard.)
"Did you ask her to BE your girlfriend?"
"No, she told me she was my girlfriend."
This girls got guts, but I'll give it to her for going after what she wants, albeit a little young?!
Perfect opportunity to interject the fact that he is a little too young to have a girlfriend and the reminder he cannot date until he is sixteen, so he may want to kindly tell "Jane" that she is a nice girl but he is only not quite nine.
"Yeah", he says. "Maybe I'll like her when I'm 16."

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Conversing with Rock Stars

Those who live around here may know my friend Nathan Albright. Nathan P. Albright, Attorney at Law to be exact. I'm not sure what the "P" stands for but I like to think it stands for Phineas. If you know him, then there is no explanation necessary for this post. If you don't, then let me just say, that what he did to me last night is totally something one should expect from him.
Nathan and his lovely wife Triscia were invited to an event last night featuring the band "Saving Abel". They didn't really want to attend but tickets were free and felt obligated, so they had London babysit while they went. Now, they had had a long but enjoyable day visiting a local Hutterite colony and Nathan was fighting a migraine so Trish was fairly certain that they wouldn't be gone long. You know, just make a token appearance and leave. Well, this was fine with me as London's mom because she had a long week with soccer tryouts and everything that went along with that this week, including a camp out that ended in a 4 mile run.
At about 10:30 pm last night my phone rings and caller ID says it's Nate. The phones won't connect so I'm yelling into my phone "Nathan!! Can you hear me?"
To which Brennan asks, "Is he drunk?"
I laugh, think about it for a second and say "No, I don't think so. I mean, no."
When he finally got through he tells me to hang on a second and then hear, "Hi, this is Scott from Saving Abel."
We proceed to have a very normal conversation about what a nice time he is having, including the fact that he is drunk and very happy about that. To which I reply, "Well at least you're happy about it." He says he is enjoying our lovely little town but that is quite different from Memphis, which I agreed that Memphis is probably quite a bit different from Moses Lake. And then he wanted to know if it would be OK for Nate to stay out a little bit longer since the party was just getting started.

I informed him of the week London had had, making sure to mention that my freshman daughter made the varsity soccer team, to which he was duly impressed, therefore it should really be her decision. He agreed and after a few obligatory "Nice talking to you's" he hung up.

All I could do was chuckle, shake my head and wonder why I should even be surprised. After all that is totally something Nathan would do.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Random Thoughts . . .

Good News!!! London made the Varsity Soccer Team! I am so excited for her, soccer is her love and I am thrilled she made Varsity as a freshman.

That was the happy thought. The others are more contemplative based on sad news.
One of our employees was killed in a car accident last weekend. He ran straight into the back end of a very large truck that was lit up like noon day. There was no attempt at braking or turning, just straight into the truck. I don't know if he had been drinking I think he definitely fell asleep and now he's gone. I'm sad for me because he was a genuinely nice person. Everyone, I kid you not, everyone knew him and liked him because he was very likeable. I'm sad for his kids because they will now have to journey their life without their dad. But I am the most sad for him. I know how much he loved life. He was a huge HS football fan, he DJ'd, he had a ton of friends and he adored his two girls and treated his step children like they were his own. So I have spent this past week pondering his grief. Does he grieve like we grieve for him? I know he is surrounded by those who have gone before him, but does that help in any way? I know we all die. For some it is at the end of a long and fulfilling life and although I'm sure we hate to leave those we love here I think we are ready for what is to come next. But at such a young age, do we mourn this life in heaven?

My final thought is about Stephanie Nielsons blog, NieNie Dialogues. I happened upon this blog several months ago and was immediately struck by the faith and love her family has for her and each other. When I first started reading I quickly learned that Stephanie and her husband had been in a terrible plane accident August of '08 and she had been burned over 80% of her body. Her family kept her blog going, reporting on her progress and finally Stephanie began posting herself. Some posts were postive and full of gratitude for life, family, her husband, her four darling children, Heavenly Father, etc. Others were frustrated and devastated and painful to read. But last week on the anniversary of her crash she posted a picture of herself. Previous pictures of her show a young, dark haired, freckle-faced, blue eyed beautiful girl. Now those freckles are gone replaced by the tell-tale scars of a burn victim.
I had mixed emotions. I was really proud of her for being so brave. I was in awe of her for being so brave. I was happy that there is a beauty about her. But I was also mad for her. She was a strikingly beautiful woman. I know it seems petty. When you read her words, her inner beauty exudes from her. But I am so sad that she only got that body for such a short period of time and will now be faced with the physical pain and limitations she has because of all the scar tissue. The stares she will face from those who might never know what she looked like before. It doesn't seem fair. I know life is not fair. This is her trial to face and she is facing it with dignity. But that is my thought for NieNie, that it doesn't seem fair.

Thursday, July 30, 2009

What we've got goin' on . . .

London is a Freshman this fall, yikes!!! So we have spent a lot of this summer watching her play with the MLHS soccer team. It has really been a lot of fun. A lot of these pictures are of her playing as I had a request from friends.
Below is London (11), her friends Hunter (9) and Cortney (3) along with the Assistant Varsity coach, Sam. They took 2nd Place in a tournament in Ephrata.
This is a nasty fall she took on her almost broken arm, I believe that girl in yellow played a big part in her ending up on the ground. Foul!!!
I love this picture, because if you look closely, neither London's feet nor the ball are touching the ground. And you can see her wrapped arm. The arm injury is thanks to a Boy Varsity soccer player. Well, my Mom always told me "If you are going to play with the boys, you will probably get hurt." True, but that didn't stop her, the DR. told her not to play:)
I don't remember exactly what was going on here, but to brag for a moment, London is FAST. She set two school records in track this spring in the 100m and 200m. So, what probably is going to happen is she will split these two defenders and go for the goal. Hopefully she scored!

Here she scores!!!

What has been really fun is hanging out with some of the high school girls. Here is Liza B. doing a happy dance after winning at a lawn game call Kuub.

We have had a lot of family visit this summer and Jeff and Stacey have moved to ML for the summer. Here is Evalie who likes dirt and Miss Isabelle.
Boys. Posing like gangsters while wearing John Deere hats. Hmmmmm?!
L-R: Jaeger, Brennan and Owen
Luke. I think he was just happy to be playing with the big boys.

Makia and Jakob visiting from AZ.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

News I'd like to share . . .

Ten years ago this fall I was diagnosed with Lupus. This news was a little hard to accept since out of the litany of symtoms associated with Lupus, I had one. Joint pain. I obviously was not at all happy to receive this news and, of course, had to face every potential worst case scenario that an illness like this could bring. However, there was some comfort in the form of a very clear message of the spirit that told me I would not deal with this my whole life, and as can happen when we are told something by the spirit, I believed this as sure as I believe in the sun rising and setting.

As my doctor and I were working through various forms of medication to get control of the joint pain I found myself unexpectedly expecting. I very thankfully had an obstetrician appointment already scheduled. So I had my first prenatal visit at 6 weeks along. I cannot tell you how many times I have thanked Heavenly Father that that appointment was already in place. You see, I had no idea at the time how complicated a pregnancy could be with Lupus and on my own I would not have gone in until after the 12th week.

I was grateful because we were already in trouble and the next 8 months were filled with biopsy's, a lot of medication and several doctors with their accompanying visits.

Those who were around may recall the tell tale signs of corticol steroids, i.e. the huge face, zits and warts which brought on the whole separate issue of facing myself in the mirror every day trying to remember who "I" was, along with worrying for the child I was carrying, as the challenges he was potentially facing were huge as well.

Skip ahead, blessings were given, prayers were heard and although he came early, Brennan was fine. And so was I. Minimal damage done. Whewwww!

Now, my very smart, very active little miracle is a perfectly normal 8 year old.

Aside from a relapse a few years ago, I was a little lackadasical about taking my medication, my health is perfect.

And here is the good news I would like to share . . . my doctor dropped one of my medications and would like me to consider dropping "THE" drug that has kept me healthy these last few years. I may just not need it anymore!!!!! I may never have a Lupus flair again! WOW!

My personal mantra is "Lupus does not run my life, nor will it ruin my life." The only reminder on a daily basis that I have this disease is when I take my medications for the day. What will life be like if I don't even have that? I smile at the possibilities.

The moral for me in this is that prayers are answered. Of course they are almost never answered on our timeline but they are and of course prayers are not always answered the way we want them, but if I could have seen today from my eyes ten years ago I think I would have been okay with the outcome, but I certainly needed the journey.

Sunday, June 7, 2009

"Dancers are the athletes of God." - Albert Einstein

The ballet is a purely female thing. It is a woman, a garden of beautiful flowers, and man is the gardener.-George Balanchine-

This past weekend was Isabelle's ballet recital. The director chose a Stars and Stripes theme to pay tribute to those who serve and have served in the Armed Forces. There was beautiful patriotic music and some beautiful dancing.
Isabelle is beautiful ballerina and the quote about ballet choosing the dancer definitely applies to her. We could tell very early on that she was meant for this art. She almost walked in first position and when soccer didn't seem to be exactly her cup of tea (she preferred twirling on the sidelines to scoring goals) we enrolled her at the Ballet Academy. She has been there for 6 years now.
Bless her heart too, she unselfishly watches countless soccer and basketball and volleyball games and even endured a couple of endless track meets this spring and never feels sorry for herself that she only has one recital a year. Because of this generous attitude we try to make her recital weekend a big deal. Everything is about her that weekend and everything else comes second.
I have to say I burst with pride every year as I see how much she has grown from the previous year. But it's no suprise at the improvement considering she dances 4 days a week. This year she graduated up to the pre-pointe class, which for those of you less knowledgeable in ballet is a BIG deal. This means she is that much closer to the ultimate goal of dancing in pointe shoes!
Her feet, however, need to cooperate a little more and quit growing. Hopefully next spring we'll be able to take a trip to the dance supply store in Spokane and buy her first pointe shoes! I can't wait.

Here she is (sorry it's a little blurry) during one of the dances.

This is a group shot where they dance in synchronization in a line, I think they did a great job!

Isabelle in Arabesque after the recital.

A final salute!

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Some peoples children SUCK! (That's as lady like as I can be!)

This weekend was fabulous! Friday we spent time at McCosh watching the dancers, then eating ridiculously expensive carnival food, followed by an adequately entertaining lip sync.

Saturday started out with some serious overdue yard work, then down to the 3v3 courts, through the Classic Car Show for some serious offending of the 8th commandment and back to the carnival for some more ridiculously expensive carnival food. I had a Gyro. Of course the night ended with the annual Moonlight Parade. (More like an advertisement parade, but that's another blog)

Sunday morning brought church which is often a relief after an especially crazy weekend followed by a scrumptious BBQ at our house with my family, sans Mother as she has a nasty cold. I made an addictive Basil Tomatoe Salad with Lemon Vinaigrette, yum! And the cousins wore themselves out completely! A sure sign of a successful family function.

Monday morning arrived way too early but my little cubscouts, the Wolves, were in charge of the Flag ceremony at the ward Memorial Day breakfast. We had been practicing for 2 weeks. I was sure we were going to do something wrong and offend every Veteran and Serviceman there. But I think it went off without a hitch and the boys were complimented mightily so I breathed a huge sigh of relief and enjoyed a yummy, cooked by somebody else, pancake, sausage and egg breakfast.
Home we went to get ready for Trent's family's annual picture at Grandpa Dodgen's graveside and then off to the park for the final "Food Function" of the weekend, when . . . .

Here is where I would like to get on my soap box and rant and rave about how this society is seriously lacking in anything resembling morals and ethics. Where everyone should have a copy of the Proclamation to the World in their home and the dads need to step it up and be men and teach their sons what it really means to be a man.


This was the give away. The basket that holds our XBOX and Wii remotes, games etc. Notice to the left the empty hole where our videos are kept? They stole our new release videos including Twilight and Phantom of the Opera. Jerks! The left however, all the Living Scripture videos. Those they should have taken!

Next we moved through the house and discovered they broke in through mine and Trent's bedroom window that was cracked open slightly.

This is the grody footprints on the sheets of my bed.

They stole perfume and cologne. Knives that were Trent's dad and grandpa's. My jewelry which is mostly department store jewelry, but my YW medalion and my promise ring from Trent was with that jewelry. They stole Isabelle's money and the girls jewelry and went through Brennans room but didn't take anything. Luckily they didn't see the DS under his bed.

They used my pillow cases to take our things!
Below is the outside of my window covered with finger print dust.
This is my headboard covered with finger print dust.

Yes, finger print dust. And did we find finger prints? Yes we did, but even better than that (dummies) we are pretty sure we saw them walking past our house before we left and even better (dummies) London knows who they are and showed their pictures from the yearbook to the police and even better than that, the neighbor boy saw the same kids (dummies) running from our house while we were gone. And even stupider they live on our street. Shall I say DUMMIES one more time? DUMMIES! Oh, and lest I forget, one of the dummies just got out of jail so I'm hoping that it's his fingerprints all over MY stuff.
But, we are safe and most everything is replaceable.

Friday, May 8, 2009

Why a new Blog title.

When I started this blog about a year ago. I had no clue what I wanted to do with this, it just seemed like a fun way of keeping in contact.
Well a year later, I feel that it's purpose has changed a little for me.
I do enjoy posting about the family and what's going on, but I would also like to use this as an outlet for some creative writing.
I once did creative writing for the newspaper prior to being married. Creative writing is something I enjoy a lot. My kids are a little older and I feel it is time to readdress some of the creativity I hope is hidden inside. I am on the one year count down to 40 Yikes!!!!! and am desirous of exploring this talent.
I have been pondering this for some time and apparently today is the day to make the transition.
Please wish me well and continue to read.
Thanks Kim

My 2 Cents!

This week was my birthday. Somehow a tradition has started and my Mom gives be a hanging basket every year. I love this so much! My mom knows how much I love flowers and these baskets are instant color! Something to start brightening up the yard.

My next house WILL have a mudroom!
Who knew goldfish got so big?

Do your knives look like this after the kids (hubby included) make PB sandwiches?

A great phenomenon has occurred. Brennan who adores his Dad, as he should, has been showering me with attention. Here is a note I found on a pillow when I went to bed one night. How cute!
This is a birdhouse we made for Mother's Day in scouts. It too was found sitting on my pillow. It's all I can do to keep him from giving me the gift he made in school before Sunday.

We were officially inducted into the world of teenagedom. We were TP'd and Forked. Those who TP'd and Forked must have had limited supplies because the "damage" was minimal. What you see is what we got.
I told London and Isabelle that "I" surely was not the intended target, therefore they got to clean it up.
I believe they were finished in less that a minute. That's my kind of clean-up!
London participated in Track this spring. Here she is freezing to death before running the 100 yard dash which she took 1st place.

London playing soccer

London playing soccer
Varsity Soccer 2010

Isabelle the Ballerina

Isabelle the Ballerina
First pointe shoes


Hanging out on the potato piler