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Gandma, we moobin!
“Gandma, we moobin,” announced Connor to my Mom at dinner tonight. “You are?” chuckled Grandma. “Wes, to a house wib a parm!” (Translation: to a house with a farm). We have often joked that we are raising two little farm boys in a town home in Northern Virginia, but plans to move to a farm…
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: In All Honesty
After my little exchange with Connor this morning, he fell back to sleep for two hours. When he finally awoke, we ate breakfast, and then headed downstairs to start our schoolwork. Connor whined, complained, and cried his way through math, usually a favorite subject. “Are you feeling alright?,” I asked with concern. “No,” he…
We Interrupt the Regularly Scheduled Program
Ryan ran into the bedroom this morning to inform us the radio had just announced that “All Fairfax County Public Schools and Cornerstone Schoolhouse are closed due to the snow!” Patrick informed Ryan that since Cornerstone Schoolhouse is located in our basement and requires only a short walk downstairs, where there is indeed no snow,…
Making Memories Monday: Ninety Minutes Together
“Mommy, I love when Ryan has Kids Nation! It’s so much fun for me!” Those words, uttered by my joyous six-year-old as we walked across the street alongside our church Friday evening, took me by complete surprise. Ryan was at the first meeting of the third/fourth grade church youth group, and since Patrick was out…
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