For some time now, we have known that Connor, whose name means “lover of hounds,” is truly a boy in need of a dog, so we weren’t surprised when he announced that he wanted a dog for his fifth birthday. Since his announcement at Christmas, Connor has talked daily about his dog, Missy, who will…
“Mommy,” a little voice says, “is today a special day?” “Yes, Connor. It’s Daddy’s birthday.” “Are we doing anything special today, Mommy,” he asks in an I have something in mind sort of way. “No, I don’t think so, Connor.” With that, a little head leans toward my ear and begins to whisper. “Mommy,…
This year, Connor asked Santa to bring 200 Webkinz, please! Santa told Connor he’d have to see if he could find a big enough box. Ryan requested Legos, cars, and Webkinz – he said he’d let Santa decide how many. And now two very wound-up, excited little boys are tucked in their beds, visions of…
“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…
Watching the Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade is a Thanksgiving morning tradition in our home. This year’s parade provided more than colorful floats, melodic bands, and giant balloons, it provided comic relief: During a commercial break, Patrick and the kids were telling me about the Smurf float in the parade. Now as a child of the 80s,…
Connor is attending Vacation Bible School at our church this week. He goes from 9:00 am until 12:15 pm with apparent non-stop action. Last night at bedtime, I tucked Connor in, gave him a good night kiss, and started to walk out of the room saying, “Go right to sleep, you have another big day…