Sunday, December 26, 2010

Merry Christmas to All

and to all a good night!

Isn't that all that a family with young kids really wants anyway? We could all use a little sleep over here but somebody had to go handout a Christmas card this year promising an update on the lives of the Genho family. What was I thinking? Since I haven't blogged well enough this year, this will be one heck of a post but just realize, you were forewarned! Here it is, in all it's glory -

We started the year with a foot of snow left over from Dec 2009 -we regretted not getting any pictures of the first storm until the end of January brought us 2+ more feet of the stuff.

We cried as our old friend Allie (John's border collie) passed away

but smiled as 2 new baby lambs were born in the middle of the storms.

Cabin fever and 2 weeks out of school must have made us crazy-in-the-head

cause by the end of Feb both John and Lynnie applied to yet more school - John for an MBA at Duke, Lynnie for an ADN (RN in Nursing) at the local community college.As if we weren't busy enough: Lynnie with juggling the kids and a few classes to get ready for nursing school and John with his calling in the bishopric, running the farm and moonlighting for ranches all over the US as a genetic consultant. Luckily, we had an awesome family friend/nanny, Jocelyn, that came to live with us in Nov 09 and helped make it all work.


John and Lynnie stole away to see the off-Broadway production of "Wicked" in Richmond

before the spring rush started on the farm.

Lias' obsession with John started to emerge

(Uncle Dan is a good substitute but Mama is NOT)

while Nathan has started a strange habit of wearing a single glove on his hand.

John continually teased him by calling him "Micheal" and Nathan frustratedly told him that his name is "Na-fen". Ava deftly balanced between princess and farm girl, wearing both hats equally well.


Spring blooms all over,

especially next door in Jenkins apple orchard.

Nathan lives for Ride N Romp every other Monday and burns up the gym on his bike.

Lias is moving from baby to big boy and tells us so all the time. John gets sophisticated with his acceptance to Duke, so takes up coon hunting with a neighbor to balance it all out.


The craziest month ever. Nathan turns 4 with an awesome, impromptu trip to Litchfield, SC to play in the ocean with the indispensable Ryan family.

Clover Hill is fancied up to host Lynnie's sister Laurel's wedding and over 300 guests.

Lynnie's whole family is invited

- the chickens


and naughty little boys that color

all over themselves are not.

Papa (John's dad) drops by to get a shot at a Virginia turkey

but has no luck -darn, that just means he'll have to come try again!

Jocelyn decides to leave us for greener pastures in Boston and Lynnie cries tears of despair.


Even though he turned 2, Lias held onto his spot as baby of the family and both Lynnie and John were quite relieved at that feat.

John started his time at Duke with a week long visit so Lynnie and the crew ditched Ava's last day of kindergarten for impeding adventure.

Thankfully, they still let her graduate even though we pushed the limit for "excused educational absences".

After an awesome 8 hour roadtrip we arrived in Kentucky at the DeLuca home

and settled in to wait out John's return with Lynnie's old college roommate, Kristen and her adorable little man


The garden survived just fine without us

and soon John came back to lead the kids around on horseback after a day of work.

(More to come - it's 3 in the morning and I'm dead! As if anyone is still reading this monstrosity!)

Friday, November 5, 2010


(Disclaimer - picture overload ahead)

Fall is made for Virginia. It's been stunningly beautiful for the past 2 weeks and each day I think about how I need to get out to take some pictures.

John is in NC this weekend so we're all alone and that means we do nothing for the next two days.

We ate cold cereal and fresh from the chicken coop scrambled eggs for dinner, with a little toast on the side. I even let the kids drink OJ for dinner.

We were planning on swimming at the gym tonight, but Nathan has a touch of a stomach bug so we scratched that plan.

We met Ava at the school bus at the end of the drive and geared up for pictures. I didn't worry about clothes, hair or getting ready.

Each time I pass this spot on the driveway, I've been imagining Ava standing in this patch of weeds looking beautiful. Too bad the sun didn't really wanna work with us.

See this kid? He's incredible hard to photograph.

He smiles all the time, but he refuses to look at you and then when he does, his eyes get lost in his creases. He gets that from his dad.

Thank goodness for the green tomatoes still on the vine right next to our outdoor studio. They entertained the boys for over an hour.

I'm pretty sure I got hit with more than one. Sorry Ronnie - I hope you were through with them cause Nathan and Lias made short work of them.

Doesn't Ava have a great eye for photos? I even saw her tilting the camera all funky angled and everything.

She's also an incredibly cute girl with a knack for posing. And that's alright with me.

I took over 150 pictures of this kid and 95% of them were some form of this face.

This one, on the other hand, did an amazing job. I also took over 100 pictures of him, but 95% of them are great. Now I have to narrow it down - decisions, decisions.

Amazing what 2 years will do for you.

These three little persons are my life. I maybe busy doing other things (like sorting and editing photos all evening) but when it all comes down to it, they're the most important part of anything. Ava is gone all day now and I still feel the sting of sadness each time I put her on the school bus or watch her walk into school. Nathan drives me absolutely mad with his incessant questions about volcanoes, immortality, knights, the rules of the road and his inability to entertain himself. But at night when I'm laying next to him, watching his chest rise and fall I know I'd never change a thing about him and he's growing up way too fast. Little Lias is still my baby, although he's quick to tell me he's not a baby but a big boy. He's undemanding, easy going and resourceful so sometimes when I stop and focus on him it blows me away that he can count to 12 (where did he learn that?) or that he washes his hands "all by heself". They are my life and I really would be lost if they weren't around to keep me grounded.