I was pretty worried (and mildly relieved) that last Christmas would also mean our last visit from Santa but oh HO HO HO was I wrong. It actually seemed like his fervor for the gentleman in the old red suit grew this year. Which was fun.
Not long after the tree went up Thanksgiving weekend, Connor wrote a letter to Santa. Pinterest to the rescue for an adorable template that I drew up on a piece of his sketch paper for him to complete. I forgot to note this would be in addition to the list he’d already given me … which was completely different. Of course. Continue reading
I hear that folks get irritated when others misuse (or overuse) hashtags in social media. So … I hope I’m not irritating you. If I am, chill the heck out. it’s just an old pound sign. #i’mjustplayin’ Continue reading
Phew. Christmas is over. Is it bad I was looking forward to the day after? Maybe I just needed a good dose of ‘pull up your big girl pants and get through it.’ Because that’s what ultimately happened and you know what? It didn’t suck. Not at all. Continue reading
One of my favorite daily (oh who am I kidding? they were all my favorites) activities in Guatemala was when members of our group would share how they saw God in action that day. Those moments of sharing were coined ‘God sightings.’ And they were so powerful.
You know ‘the look’. Or is it the look?
Either way, you know what it is. At a minimum, you’ve seen it from your mom. Yes, that’s exactly the one I’m referring to. It instills fear, yes? I know it did for me. Well, usually my mom would pinch me not long after as well so I knew ‘the look’ was not going to result in anything good at all.
I’m not even sure how it happened but October has come and gone. And with that, so has another season of soccer.
Connor moved up this season to U-10, meaning under-10, meaning I have to always remind myself what each grouping actually represents. Someone was talking to me about U-19 this weekend and I was all, ‘huh?’ We worked through it. Continue reading
I have always been a very proud mama. I recall how I felt the first time Connor sat up on his own and when he took his first steps. I remember being proud when he learned how to ride a bike and when he learned how to (really) swing a bat. Well, that time was less about pride than it was about sheer pain from the impact of the bat striking the side of my face shortly thereafter. #dontsittooclosemom
I wish I would have done a better job of documenting these past few months with Connor because holy man, I’m riding a wave of emotion right now about the amazing gift of a child I’ve been given.
It’s kind of unbelievable to look back over the course of three months and think of all that’s happened and all that’s changed. When I consider that Connor wrapped up an amazing second grade year on June 30, er, June 10 (sorry, it was a long Michigan winter) and now we’re already two weeks into third grade, it’s just tough to wrap my head around it all. Continue reading
Super suave Second grader.
Stealing my heart daily Third grader.
Always the most amazing kid I know.
So … #fbf. Is that a thing? You know what I’m referring to, right? No, not Facebook friend. Flashback Friday … you follow? Well, for your benefit I looked it up and sure enough, Urban Dictionary says it’s a thing so there you have it. Who says you don’t learn anything new on Friday?! Pfft. Continue reading