How’s that for some brain-busting alliteration fun on this Wednesday?
The good news (for you) is that it’s Wednesday, my eyes are heavy and I have some photos to share so although I could get wordy, I’ll do my best to tell a little story with photos. Surely that story will be better than my ramblings anyway because Connor!
I looked outside yesterday morning and sort of shrugged and thought, ‘ok, fine.’ In my opinion, if the temperature is going to hover around 30, we might as well see the white stuff. But not on the roads. Because people can’t drive. Or on sidewalks. I’d like to continue to wear flats. #toolazy
It’s another one of those quotes that’s likely already reached cliché-status at this point, but I never promised originality up in here. I also happen to like human beings with the name Gretchen. How’s that for informed decision-making?
The days are long, but the years are short.
I snuck a peek into his classroom this morning and felt my heart skip a beat as I caught his face across the room. As he looked up (his teacher suggested a sneak attack #foiled), I couldn’t help but run over and bear hug the breath right out of him.
Pre-game day, folks! I mean, happy almost Thanksgiving! Connor and I are able to sit side-by-side to round up our marathon Saturday in Atlanta just under two weeks ago now. I’ve asked him to make sure I don’t forget any of the wicked cool stuff we did because we most certainly want you all to feel like you were right there with us because, family.
Ever since Connor expressed a real interest to play (american) football (mostly as a result of third-grade recess games), I’ve had some angst over not only the choice of that over soccer but also over the likelihood of an injury. (Yes, I’m aware that soccer injuries are a real thing as well.) Continue reading
Today’s skies were a bit drizzly but also on point for a quick fall photo session. This season is always crazy with seniors but today’s subject … well, he’s just my favorite. Continue reading
Am I smarter than a fifth grader?
Ugh. Boo. Wouaaa wouaaa wu wu wouaaaaaaaaaa. (that’s a long, drawn-out baby cry, obvs).
He’s just my favorite. And to be clear, little ladies around the age of ten … despite what you might gather from his inviting eyes and sweet half-smile, he is 100% unavailable for at least the next sixteen years. Kthxbye.