Sophia is 8!

Even though it seems like just yesterday she was 7... what a day! Presents for breakfast (a fine Carol Chapman tradition). She had to cool her heels at church before the Gymnastics party in the afternoon. She spent time with her girls flipping and twisting and jumping and got a load of great presents. Follow that with a birthday request dinner of pancakes and bacon, followed by Cake #2 -- and she crashed in a chair before bedtime. She was wrapped up in a blanket she received today, and was clutching Bear and a new doggie friend she unwrapped at her party.

Such a cliche, but I cannot believe how time flies.

I've Moved!

I know -- you already knew that! But I also moved in cyberspace. Come check out my new home at

www.carlasblog.typepad.com

It's an easy place to leave a comment so let me know you've stopped by!

It's About That Time...

When the Jensen Trucks begin pulling in you know it is just about that time. The house is a sea of boxes and we've gotten to the point where we just want to go. Soon enough.

When I was out running this morning ( I know -- don't laugh) I kept thinking about all the "lasts" we are going through right now. The last trip here -- the last visit there -- the last time we'll see someone. I can't wait for some "firsts".

First visit together to our new home, first night inside, first drink on the screened porch, first night Gammy and Gampy babysit for free :).

Take a Deep Breath....

And jump!

That's what I am doing on Friday when I leap away from the security of the only profession I have ever known. The one that began when I went away to college to major in Televison ( what? huh? Do you watch Star Trek reruns for homework?). The jobs that began when I agreed to work in the middle of the night on the Assignment Desk for free(!). That turned into the Producing job which turned into bigger shows and then the opportunity to come to Philadelphia and well, there you have it.

More holidays than I can count. More late night football games than I can count. More fly-by-the-seat-of-our-pants-decisions-and hope-for-the-best that I can count.

20 years of deciding what millions of people would see (and not see) when they turned on the television to see the local news.

It is coming to an end. There are new adventures ahead. Wish me luck!

We Are Family

The raindrops cooperated by taking the afternoon off and we were able to spend Saturday at Joe's annual family reunion.

It was a chance to get a rare photo of the 5 of us.



The girls had bubble fun.


Not to mention a water pistol showdown with Grandpa Tony.


And thanks to Aunt Carol for teaching Gabriella to "get in the game".

Don't Let That Royalty Thing Go To Your Head....

But if you do, then by all means go ahead and wear your tiara to sleep!

Princesses really are born -- not made...

Yes, It's a Scrapbook!

Okay -- I stole the phrase from Donna. But look at this cute little flip-flop scrapbook I made to showcase pictures from a trip to Cape May last summer.

It was a great little kit I purchased at Memory Lane Pa (the store rocks!) put together by someone named "Trish". Trish encourages you to scrap in your jammies. Amen to that.