talking about celiac disease

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This is my guy. He’s the best thing I’ve done yet. And, he is special. He’s special because he’s one of the millions who has been diagnosed with celiac disease.

one special kid

one special kid

May just happens to be National Celiac Disease Awareness Month. Last May, I wouldn’t have known that. I mean, I knew people at the time that were dealing with celiac but it was definitely not on my radar as a concern. Continue reading →

he’s got a feeling

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When Connor was just a couple of weeks old, a nurse told me he had an ‘old soul.’ I had, of course, had some inclination before she shared that with me. I could see it in his eyes.

I’ve never stopped believing that nurse was right and it becomes more evident as he gets older. Connor is, indeed, wise for his age. Sometimes his wisdom is misguided and sometimes I know it’s because he’s already been through so much at his young age, but he’s wise nonetheless.  Continue reading →

a little before and after

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Let me start by saying … I am not a fan of “selfies”. For those who are not all up to speed on the kids’ lingo, Urban Dictionary defines a selfy (why yes, there is a plural and singular version of this made-up word) as follows: A strange phenomenon in which the photographer is also the subject of the photograph, in a subversive twist on the traditional understanding of the photograph. Usually conducted because the subject cannot locate a suitable photographer to take the photo, like a friend.

Basically, I didn’t have anyone to take a photo. Like a friend. At the moment. Well, I have friends. I think. Continue reading →

pray-er

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[122.365] i'm so proud

unfortunately, he may have gotten this from me.

Okay, so the photo has nothing to do with the post. It just made me giggle. And would you look at those skinny little legs?! He definitely doesn’t get that from his mother!

Anyway, when Connor and I have just a couple of days together, I always get super sad when we get home late. But, Spring means sports and sports means less time at home. That’s just the way it is. Of course I love it. I love watching Connor play soccer and baseball. I love (for roughly 5.25 minutes) when he demands playing on the playground after practices or games, and when he makes goofy faces at me because he is annoyed I’m trying to capture another photo.  Continue reading →