After Owen’s party the other day, Connor and I stopped at Dick’s to check out some new kicks. He tried on two different pairs but was going to pass (well, he thought he was but that wasn’t really going to happen) until I suggested that one pair might make him faster and since these were going to be worn for gym it would be pretty important to find out which shoes would fit the bill. His eyes lit up. Continue reading
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what makes a great fifth birthday party
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1 – games
2 – fear of charles e. cheese
3 – the longest candle-blowing-out moment in the history of.the.world.
4 – one beautiful girl who called me her best friend by the end of the day
5 – one very special boy that we would drive across the state to celebrate with again in a heart beat.
along for the ride
I’m not sure if mother nature is extending hours in the day at this point but seriously, is it still Monday? ‘Cause … I’m over it.
Anyway, in super happy shiny news, I went to Chicago for an overnight with the ladies this past weekend. Sadly, that 28ish hour period went by much more quickly than this past one has. Continue reading
a water boy performance
In an effort to bribe request Connor’s help with my latest project tonight, I promised him that instead of a shower we could go swimming instead. I know, I know … my award is in the mail. Continue reading
body combat
I’m starting to find a fitness rhythm I really enjoy. I’m doing all sorts of different things, rather than spending a considerable amount of time doing one activity that I’ll ultimately tire from. I try to fit something in everyday; of course that depends on the time I have, what time I roll out of bed in the morning and/or if I have the energy in the evening after Connor goes nighty-night. And, I’m having a lot of fun. Continue reading
a short story
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The 2012 kindergarten field trip is in the books.
We started with this:
And, as per usual, Connor played the part of a rock star scoring two spares and the ever-elusive-except-when-gutters-are-present strike.
The zoo was our next stop. We ate, played, raced through the exhibits (certain children do not understand what it means to stop and appreciate the animals) and stopped at the preferred destination … the gift shop.
Connor said his favorite exhibit was the snakes. We didn’t see the snakes but one found it’s way home with us:
And now, I feel like this guy:
Good night.
The end.








