We woke this morning to a light dusting of snow on the ground and rain pattering on the roof. The radio reported a mixture of snow, ice, and rain for the remainder of the day and a host of school closings. Upon hearing this, Connor, our 7-year-old, looks at me and sleepily asks, “Are you…
“Gandma, we moobin,” announced Connor to my Mom at dinner tonight. “You are?” chuckled Grandma. “Wes, to a house wib a parm!” (Translation: to a house with a farm). We have often joked that we are raising two little farm boys in a town home in Northern Virginia, but plans to move to a farm…
“See the engine master pull the little throttle…” Today we made our annual holiday pilgrimage to the Baltimore & Ohio Railroad Museum (in Baltimore). Last year, shortly before Christmas, we made our first trip to this wonderful museum and had to carry Connor out kicking and crying at closing! We have been back several times…
Last year for Christmas, the boys received a singing, dancing Irish Santa. They loved it at once, but Patrick and I were unsure about the beer in Santa’s hand. Did an imbibing Santa send an inappropriate message to the boys? For a year we worried and discussed… should Santa find a new home? Could I…
Connor celebrated his seventh birthday on Friday. Friday morning Connor ran excitedly into our room, jumping on the bed with a big Good morning! Patrick responded with a Good morning, birthday boy! Do you feel different at seven? Yes, replied Connor, my FEET are FASTER and my LEGS are LONGER! They grew during the night!…
Driving home from swimming lessons today, Connor announced he was starting a new collection. Now, in our family, this is by no means an outrageous announcement; we are a family of collectors. And so, without much thought, I asked, “What kind of collection?”“A pet collection, Mommy!,” came the excited answer. “Connor,” I said, “You already…