This morning I made an off-handed comment to Patrick that the skirt and top I had chosen to wear to church looked better on me last year. Ryan was standing nearby and chimed in with his usual, “Why?” Not wanting to get into a discussion of body image with my 7-year-old son, I replied, “They…
Photo by ronny827 The boys have been watching season one of the old Flipper TV show on Netflix. Both boys are enjoying the show, but our animal lover, Connor, has been transfixed. Tonight, he informed us that he can understand Flipper’s “talking.” “Oh, really,” Patrick said with a chuckle, “What’s he saying right now?” “I…
We celebrated Christmas at our house today. Yes, on January 25. One month after our traditional Christmas celebration, a date that is total coincidence and in no way planned. You see, a couple of weeks before Christmas, the boys shopped the AWANA store night for gifts for one another. The good folks at our AWANA…
Today after playing two games of soccer in 92 degree heat: Connor: Mommy, I’m sweatering! Me: Sweatering? Connor: You know, Mommy, I’m very hot! Ryan, in his best big brother voice: Con-nor, the word is swel-ter-ing! Connor: Right! Sweatering!
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,…
After my little exchange with Connor this morning, he fell back to sleep for two hours. When he finally awoke, we ate breakfast, and then headed downstairs to start our schoolwork. Connor whined, complained, and cried his way through math, usually a favorite subject. “Are you feeling alright?,” I asked with concern. “No,” he…