I know it's an old picture, but it always makes my heart smile :)
Friday, February 13, 2009
Happy Valentine's Day...
To my favorite guys and bestest buddies....I love you today and everyday!
I know it's an old picture, but it always makes my heart smile :)
I know it's an old picture, but it always makes my heart smile :)
Friday, February 6, 2009
Catching Up with Connor
Just in case you were craving your Connor for the week, here are his latest doin's....
Last Saturday, Connor and I attended a birthday party for Frosty the Snowman. What's that you say? YOU didn't receive an invitation? Yeah, well, it was a pretty exclusive guest list. It was just a little somethin' somethin' at Con-man's school, but he was pretty excited. He just LOVED watching the Frosty flick over Christmas. He knows most of the words (his thumpety-thump-thump is right up there with, well, it's the best). He sang the song all the way to the party. Now I know you are wondering, well, where are the pictures of said festivity? Unfortunately when Connor and I arrived, it turns out Frosty the Snowman is about 8 freakin' feet tall and absolutely TERRIFIED the majority of the guests, all of whom were under the age of 5. Including my son. I have no pictures because a) I actually forgot to put the memory stick in my camera and b)I was attempting to peel a frightened-out-of-his-mind child off my leg. I couldn't even get one with my phone he was so freaked. He finally agreed to go up and say "happy birthday" (the only polite thing to do even if the guest of honor slightly resembles GOLIATH) but only if I went with him. Connor was content to go to the art table and make his own birthday hat, eat ice cream and play pin the nose on the snowman (a facsimile, not the actual) but he wouldn't go near Frosty the Freakin' Jolly White Giant again for nothin'. I am thinking, they may want to revisit the issue of the Frosty suit next year. I have to admit, he made me a tad nervous too.
And speaking of nervous, I am afraid that I am turning into, yes, one of THOSE moms. Connor has a little friend at school...to protect her identity, I will call her, oh let's see here....THUG. Thug has attacked Connor (completely unprovoked I am sure as my child is PERFECT) on a number of occasions. Okay 3. That I KNOW of. He has been bitten when he refused to give Thug his "Movie Car", and was scratched slightly across his face the other day. But when we picked him up on Wednesday, he had a HUGE band-aid across his cheek and it was reported that while Connor was innocently riding a bike, Thug decided she wanted said bike and scratched Connor's face pretty badly to get it. It bled for quite a while and was pretty ugly. The school will not rat out the perpetrator, but Connor has no problem doing so. I walked right up to him in front of everyone and said "who did this to you" and he pointed at his assailant and shouted "THUG!" with great gusto. That's when Mama Bear saw red. Connor has bled exactly 4 times in his entire life, and TWICE at the hands of Thug. I stewed all day yesterday trying to figure out how to march into his class today and say "ENOUGH! I do NOT want Connor and Thug playing together anymore!!" In my mind, I was forceful and the epitome of what a mom should do. In my heart I was a shrew that has to know that Connor will encounter many "Thugs" in his life and that I can't fight all his battles for him (plus, I kept hearing Ginnie's rousing rendition of "You Got To Keep 'Em Separated" from our last Rock Band session and kept cracking up). When I dropped him off this morning, I kind of said "Connor, you and Thug play nice today". And his cute teacher, Miss Melanie said "I know, it's so strange, because they absolutely LOVE each other". I guess, in addition to the realization that my little man is going to have to stand up for himself, I learned that it truly is a thin line between love and hate. I bent down and gave him a kiss and whispered in his ear "Kill Thug with kindness, little man and uh, yeah, you're on your own". Not unlike Frosty, Thug happens to make me a little nervous too.
Last Saturday, Connor and I attended a birthday party for Frosty the Snowman. What's that you say? YOU didn't receive an invitation? Yeah, well, it was a pretty exclusive guest list. It was just a little somethin' somethin' at Con-man's school, but he was pretty excited. He just LOVED watching the Frosty flick over Christmas. He knows most of the words (his thumpety-thump-thump is right up there with, well, it's the best). He sang the song all the way to the party. Now I know you are wondering, well, where are the pictures of said festivity? Unfortunately when Connor and I arrived, it turns out Frosty the Snowman is about 8 freakin' feet tall and absolutely TERRIFIED the majority of the guests, all of whom were under the age of 5. Including my son. I have no pictures because a) I actually forgot to put the memory stick in my camera and b)I was attempting to peel a frightened-out-of-his-mind child off my leg. I couldn't even get one with my phone he was so freaked. He finally agreed to go up and say "happy birthday" (the only polite thing to do even if the guest of honor slightly resembles GOLIATH) but only if I went with him. Connor was content to go to the art table and make his own birthday hat, eat ice cream and play pin the nose on the snowman (a facsimile, not the actual) but he wouldn't go near Frosty the Freakin' Jolly White Giant again for nothin'. I am thinking, they may want to revisit the issue of the Frosty suit next year. I have to admit, he made me a tad nervous too.
And speaking of nervous, I am afraid that I am turning into, yes, one of THOSE moms. Connor has a little friend at school...to protect her identity, I will call her, oh let's see here....THUG. Thug has attacked Connor (completely unprovoked I am sure as my child is PERFECT) on a number of occasions. Okay 3. That I KNOW of. He has been bitten when he refused to give Thug his "Movie Car", and was scratched slightly across his face the other day. But when we picked him up on Wednesday, he had a HUGE band-aid across his cheek and it was reported that while Connor was innocently riding a bike, Thug decided she wanted said bike and scratched Connor's face pretty badly to get it. It bled for quite a while and was pretty ugly. The school will not rat out the perpetrator, but Connor has no problem doing so. I walked right up to him in front of everyone and said "who did this to you" and he pointed at his assailant and shouted "THUG!" with great gusto. That's when Mama Bear saw red. Connor has bled exactly 4 times in his entire life, and TWICE at the hands of Thug. I stewed all day yesterday trying to figure out how to march into his class today and say "ENOUGH! I do NOT want Connor and Thug playing together anymore!!" In my mind, I was forceful and the epitome of what a mom should do. In my heart I was a shrew that has to know that Connor will encounter many "Thugs" in his life and that I can't fight all his battles for him (plus, I kept hearing Ginnie's rousing rendition of "You Got To Keep 'Em Separated" from our last Rock Band session and kept cracking up). When I dropped him off this morning, I kind of said "Connor, you and Thug play nice today". And his cute teacher, Miss Melanie said "I know, it's so strange, because they absolutely LOVE each other". I guess, in addition to the realization that my little man is going to have to stand up for himself, I learned that it truly is a thin line between love and hate. I bent down and gave him a kiss and whispered in his ear "Kill Thug with kindness, little man and uh, yeah, you're on your own". Not unlike Frosty, Thug happens to make me a little nervous too.
Monday, February 2, 2009
A Super Sunday
Even though I wasn't feeling very well yesterday, I was so blown away by what an exciting Superbowl we had! It's bittersweet, because it means the end of football season, but how nice not to have a complete and utter blow-out! And The Boss for the half-time show? Outstanding!! I was routing for the Cardinals, but was really happy that we had a edge of our seat nail biter (well, those of us who care). AND it was the men's final of the Australian Open...which went over 4 hours and took us to five sets before Nadal finally won (Rafa Rafa!). Finally, though I haven't talked to anybody yet, I believe all of my family is now home safe and sound from their adventures in Vegas. All in all, not a bad day for somebody who was feeling cruddy!
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Holla to Another Homegirl
Happy birthday to the beautiful Marcie P.!! Dinner will be too much fun....love you!
Holla to My Homegirl!
My beautiful and exceptionally talented friend, Ginnie, was interviewed for this AWESOME blog called Marta Writes....I don't know her, but she is clearly an exceptionally talented girl herself! Do yourself a favor....click on my Nate and Ginnie link down below and read her hilarious musings, then follow her link to Marta's interview. It captures our Gin perfectly....you will feel like you know her if you don't already! Then poke around on the rest of Marta's blog, THEN switch over to Ginnie J's photography blog! Okay, you don't have to do it all in that over, but make sure you hit it all. Great stuff! Just make sure you have plenty of time to kill and that your husband isn't expecting dinner or conversation anytime soon....great job Ginnie! You are a great friend...and a great read!
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Viva Las Vegas!
We just took a nice little shortie down to Vegas (I meant length of time, not referring to Connor or Lonny ha ha). We had the opportunity to spend a day with Lance, Lacie and Hope as they were there for a conference and some R&R! Right off the bat, we learned that little Hope is pretty much completely potty trained! Yea Hope! She was kind enough to show Connor some of the ropes....including the very important part after you flush in which you lean over and say "Bye Bye, Pee-Pee!" So Connor wanted a turn on the Dora potty seat, which resulted in a whole lot of nothing, except this last oh so necessary step. Connor though, really got into it and practically stuck his whole head in the bowl and his "farewell" to the flush had a distinct echo to it.
And it wouldn't be Vegas without a little floor show, would it? Here Hope and Connor had the opportunity to show off their moves.
Doncha just love that's she's in pink and he's in blue? After working up a sweat, nothing like a little banana-y snack to share...
We just love little Hope (and her parents) and that Connor and she are so close. He bragged to all his friends when he got home that he got to see Cousin Hope. In addition to the toilet festivities and the Toddler So You Think You Can Dance-Off, we enjoyed some time in the pool...
and eating Dunkin' Donuts...
and even made it into town! If you look close, you will see Lacie and I by the Beatles Club at the Mirage Hotel
I also had an amazing opportunity to meet up with my friend Leona, who I have literally not seen since the day we graduated from high school, about two years ago (HA HA HA!). But it was just like we had seen each other yesterday (except I managed to gain a lot of weight in one day!) I am soooo glad I got to see her (except for the fact that I had "hotel hair" - you know how you just can't get your hair right when you use hotel shampoo? Why IS that?) and we are planning a reunion with some other friends in March. It was just awesome.
It was just not enough time to spend. But we did have fun...after hours of listening to "Movie Car" and "Barney" (does anyone else think that Baby Bop has a smoker's voice or is it just me?), having my husband trapped in the car so he HAD to listen to me, gas station bathrooms and "road" snacks, we arrived home safe and sound. Thank you, thank you very much.
And it wouldn't be Vegas without a little floor show, would it? Here Hope and Connor had the opportunity to show off their moves.
Doncha just love that's she's in pink and he's in blue? After working up a sweat, nothing like a little banana-y snack to share...
We just love little Hope (and her parents) and that Connor and she are so close. He bragged to all his friends when he got home that he got to see Cousin Hope. In addition to the toilet festivities and the Toddler So You Think You Can Dance-Off, we enjoyed some time in the pool...
and eating Dunkin' Donuts...
and even made it into town! If you look close, you will see Lacie and I by the Beatles Club at the Mirage Hotel
I also had an amazing opportunity to meet up with my friend Leona, who I have literally not seen since the day we graduated from high school, about two years ago (HA HA HA!). But it was just like we had seen each other yesterday (except I managed to gain a lot of weight in one day!) I am soooo glad I got to see her (except for the fact that I had "hotel hair" - you know how you just can't get your hair right when you use hotel shampoo? Why IS that?) and we are planning a reunion with some other friends in March. It was just awesome.
It was just not enough time to spend. But we did have fun...after hours of listening to "Movie Car" and "Barney" (does anyone else think that Baby Bop has a smoker's voice or is it just me?), having my husband trapped in the car so he HAD to listen to me, gas station bathrooms and "road" snacks, we arrived home safe and sound. Thank you, thank you very much.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Naptime
Today, it came time for one sleepy eyed little man I know to take his nap, affectionately called his Happy Nappy....a little term we learned from one Miss Abbie Christensen, that we just love. It's funny....if someone tells me "you should go take a nap" my head's on the pillow before they finish the sentence. Ahhhh. However, for some kids, it's like you have issued a moratorium that they will never ever play again or have any fun. Mine can be like that. So he will issue a protest "No, I want to watch Dora" or "No, I want to play Legos" ...and you have to explain to him that just because he has to take a nap for an hour or two, doesn't mean he won't ever get to to those things again in his lifetime (though I certainly hope he outgrows Dora, Movie Car and Legos by oh, say 20?) . He tried a little different tactic today....
A: Okay, little man, it's time for your nap!
C: No, I want to play firetrucks
A: (thinking I am oh, so clever) Well, even little firefighters have to take their happy nappy!
C: (thinking he is even more clever and breaking into the most beautific smile you have ever seen) But Mommy, I already happy!
Can't argue with that....except maybe by calling it a "Happier Nappy" from now on!
A: Okay, little man, it's time for your nap!
C: No, I want to play firetrucks
A: (thinking I am oh, so clever) Well, even little firefighters have to take their happy nappy!
C: (thinking he is even more clever and breaking into the most beautific smile you have ever seen) But Mommy, I already happy!
Can't argue with that....except maybe by calling it a "Happier Nappy" from now on!
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