In Anticipation
“Three days is a long time, isn’t it, Mommy!”
Finding Missy
For some time now, we have known that Connor, whose name means “lover of hounds,” is truly a boy in need of a dog, so we weren’t surprised when he announced that he wanted a dog for his fifth birthday. Since his announcement at Christmas, Connor has talked daily about his dog, Missy, who will…
The Ultimate Compliment
Connor has decided he no longer likes peanut butter & jelly, cinnamon toast, or fish sticks – even with ketchup, leaving our lunch options extremely limited. Pancakes are a new favorite, and so today we had pancakes for lunch. After downing three pancakes, Connor, while asking for still another said, “Mommy, these pancakes are gooder…
No Monkeys Here!
Today Connor was bouncing and climbing up and down the stairs, over the back of the couch, on the kitchen chairs,… he was in constant motion! I chided him saying, “Connor, you are such a monkey!,” to which he replied straight-faced, “I mot (not) a monkey, I a sheep!” Connor’s class has been learning about…
Connor | Cub Scouts | Ryan
A Day at the Races!
And the winner is… Today we went to the races, the Cub Scout Pinewood Derby Races that is. Ryan and Patrick, with a bit of help from Grandpop McQuillan, spent several weeks constructing the perfect pinewood car! And they ended up with a winner. Ryan won first place for the Tiger Cubs and third place…
It Has A Name
After four years of struggling to get our youngest to eat even enough to sustain his growth and energy for daily activities; after visits to specialists in gastroenterology, nutrition, speech, occupational therapy, and psychology; and after trying numerous methods of forcing, coercing, and distracting him into eating, some of which resulted in tears and frustration…
An Engineer’s Dream
“See the engine master pull the little throttle…” Today we made our annual holiday pilgrimage to the Baltimore & Ohio Railroad Museum (in Baltimore). Last year, shortly before Christmas, we made our first trip to this wonderful museum and had to carry Connor out kicking and crying at closing! We have been back several times…
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 (Irish) babes: Part 2
Last year for Christmas, the boys received a singing, dancing Irish Santa. They loved it at once, but Patrick and I were unsure about the beer in Santa’s hand. Did an imbibing Santa send an inappropriate message to the boys? For a year we worried and discussed… should Santa find a new home? Could I…