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Out of the Mouths of Babes: Mommy’s Mommy’s Mommy!
“Mommy, who is Grandma’s Mommy?,” Connor asked. “Great-Grandma,” I replied. “And her Mommy is Great-Great-Grandma?” “Yes, Connor” “And then, Great-Great-Great Grandma?” “Yes, Connor” “They just keep getting greater, right Mommy?” “Yes, Connor. They do!” My Great-Great Grandmother and her parents, my Great, Great, Great Grandparents. Happy Mother’s Day!
Out of the Mouths of Babes: All You Need is Love!
The Beatles’ All You Need Is Love was on the radio. Connor listened carefully, and then stated emphatically, “Incorrect! That song’s not true! You need water and food and shelter and maybe friends, too… not just love.” And he was right… sometimes, love is not enough: In Memory: James Coburn II July 30, 1975 –…
Out of the Mouths of Babes: Are We Doing Anything Special Today, Mommy?
“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,…
A New Collection
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…
Out of the Mouths of Babes: Are You Thinking What I’m Thinking?
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…
Out of the Mouths of Babes: Mommy, I Have a New Favorite
I spent the day pulling up sub-flooring in a New Orleans shot-gun house flooded in Hurricane Katrina. It was a long day. As I’m cleaning up for dinner, my cell phone rings. It’s Ryan. Patrick and the boys are at a conference in Baltimore. “Mommy,” he says. “Yes, Ryan?” “I have a new favorite restaurant.”…