Wow! Do you see this? I have two posts in one day. It is a miracle! This is actually an addition to the previous post. For those of you who follow my sister's blog you may recall that she has the attention span of a goldfish well it seems I have the memory of one and am likely to forget important things such as which books I have already read. So here my list of books that I read in 2010 in order:
1. Twilight written by: Stephanie Meyer
2. New Moon written by: Stephanie Meyer
3. Eclipse written by: Stephanie Meyer
4. The Work of Wolves written by: Kent Meyers
5. Heartless written by: Michele R. McPhee
6. Pope Joan written by: Donna Cross
7. Mr. Darcy's Daughters written by: Elizabeth Aston
8. The Last Templar written by: Raymond Khoury
9. Riding Shotgun written by: Rita Mae Brown
10. Breaking Dawn written by: Stephanie Meyer
11. H.R.H. written by: Danielle Steel
12. The Last Child written by: John Hart
13. Barefoot written by: Elin Hilderbrand
14. Cleopatra's Daughter written by: Michelle Moran
15. Expecting Adam written by: Martha Beck
16. Dogtown written by: Stefan Bechtel
My favorites from the year are Eclipse, Pope Joan, The Last Child, and Expecting Adam. The others were fine as well but I can't give them all a flying colors review. Maybe this will give some of you a good idea of a book to read. If you have any questions about any of them let me know just remember I don't remember very well.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Yada Yada, Happy New Year
Well, Christmas has come and gone but I am still reminded of it everyday when Conner wakes up and says "Merry Christmas." We have been working on saying "Happy New Year" but he just can't seem to shake the idea that tomorrow is his birthday and the day after that Santa is going to come.
Here's a quick rundown of the last few weeks. Had a birthday, turned 26, Yippee! I am finally on my way to 30. Scary right. Christmas came and of course we were all spoiled. Thanks everyone! We hope you all had a wonderful holiday. New Years was fun. Cidnee and I attended the PBR bull riding event that took place locally. We had to go without our male escorts because they were both sick (Joe and Victor you missed a good show). Conner had a blast at the babysitter's house and in fact didn't want to come home. We stayed up until midnight, Happy New Year, then all went to bed and slept in this morning. It has been a very nice pajama day but I can't leave until I reveal a few of my resolutions for the new year: 1. Run the Missoula Half-Marathon again (preferably with some training this time) 2. Blog more (this was a resolution last year too and we all see how well that went over) 3. Stick to a budget (ya, right) 4. Read more books than I did last year (which was 16).
I hope you all had a very safe and enjoyable new year. I can't wait to hear your resolutions and I hope you can stick to yours better than I can to mine. Good luck!
Here's a quick rundown of the last few weeks. Had a birthday, turned 26, Yippee! I am finally on my way to 30. Scary right. Christmas came and of course we were all spoiled. Thanks everyone! We hope you all had a wonderful holiday. New Years was fun. Cidnee and I attended the PBR bull riding event that took place locally. We had to go without our male escorts because they were both sick (Joe and Victor you missed a good show). Conner had a blast at the babysitter's house and in fact didn't want to come home. We stayed up until midnight, Happy New Year, then all went to bed and slept in this morning. It has been a very nice pajama day but I can't leave until I reveal a few of my resolutions for the new year: 1. Run the Missoula Half-Marathon again (preferably with some training this time) 2. Blog more (this was a resolution last year too and we all see how well that went over) 3. Stick to a budget (ya, right) 4. Read more books than I did last year (which was 16).
I hope you all had a very safe and enjoyable new year. I can't wait to hear your resolutions and I hope you can stick to yours better than I can to mine. Good luck!
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Scooby Doo and Beautiful Too!
Conner is currently addicted to watching Scooby Doo movies and has even taken to the phrases of "Scooby Dooby Doo" and "Jinkies". Is it sad that I actually find these movies to be a little scary? I am afraid Conner is going to be the next Ghost Hunter crew member. Thankfully, all the goblins, ghosts, witches, and monsters in these movies are just people with masks so right now Conner is pacified knowing that it is all pretend. Scooby snack anyone?
Apparently our ceiling has had enough of the "Worst Winter in 20 Years". Tell me does it make sense to have a flat roof in an area that receives rain and snow? I know we are technically in a desert but come on people. We have been dealing with a pesky and determined leak in our ceiling for about the last month. Just when it starts to dry out and our wonderful maintenance men can repair the roof it rains or snows again making the repair void. For about the past ten days we have had a lovely "hole" in our ceiling where we had to have our sheet rock and insulation removed so our ceiling could dry out. It was finally repaired yesterday because we had a break in the weather (it snowed again this morning) so here is hoping it lasts. But the point of this story is not so much that there was a hole but that it was fixed and what Conner said when he realized it. First he sits in our big recliner (directly underneath the new ceiling), "Wow mom they fixed our ceiling." "It's so beautiful." "Thanks Billy and Victor (our maintenance guys)." How neat to hear at this time of year that something as simple as having a hole in your ceiling fixed is so appreciated and so wonderful. I never thought of our old popcorn ceiling as being beautiful before but to a three year old it is truly magical. Thanks son for reminding me to be grateful for the little things and thankful for the service of others and take in the beauty that surrounds us everyday.
Apparently our ceiling has had enough of the "Worst Winter in 20 Years". Tell me does it make sense to have a flat roof in an area that receives rain and snow? I know we are technically in a desert but come on people. We have been dealing with a pesky and determined leak in our ceiling for about the last month. Just when it starts to dry out and our wonderful maintenance men can repair the roof it rains or snows again making the repair void. For about the past ten days we have had a lovely "hole" in our ceiling where we had to have our sheet rock and insulation removed so our ceiling could dry out. It was finally repaired yesterday because we had a break in the weather (it snowed again this morning) so here is hoping it lasts. But the point of this story is not so much that there was a hole but that it was fixed and what Conner said when he realized it. First he sits in our big recliner (directly underneath the new ceiling), "Wow mom they fixed our ceiling." "It's so beautiful." "Thanks Billy and Victor (our maintenance guys)." How neat to hear at this time of year that something as simple as having a hole in your ceiling fixed is so appreciated and so wonderful. I never thought of our old popcorn ceiling as being beautiful before but to a three year old it is truly magical. Thanks son for reminding me to be grateful for the little things and thankful for the service of others and take in the beauty that surrounds us everyday.
Friday, November 26, 2010
Turkey Day
Part Drumstick (aka Part One):
8:45 am, Columbia Park Trail, 15 degrees F and snowing
I am freezing. I can't feel my toes or my fingers and my mind is in a state of battle with itself. One side saying that I can do this and that I can beat that lady standing next to me holding the hand of a four year old child; the other side saying what kind of crazy person gets up on Thanksgiving and decides to run a 5k in snow that is six inches deep and still falling.
In my state of dueling the whistle blows and the gaggle of people take off WALKING? Due to all the snow they had to put the mile walk and the 5k on the same course. So imagine funneling 3,000+ people onto an icy trail that is about 5 feet wide, kinda like trying to eat Thanksgiving dinner while wearing a pair of jeggings, not a pretty picture. In addition to all the chaos there are dogs and strollers to dodge while trying to keep your footing. Now normally I wouldn't make such a big deal out of this but I have been "training" with the help of family and my neighbor (thanks Meg) and I was challenged to beat 36 minutes (thanks again Meg) so I was actually trying to run and putting in what I would consider an effort (we are talking about me after all). I finally spot a pair of ladies keeping a good pace and cutting an effective path through all the drumsticks so I take up a spot behind them.
One mile goes by (14 minutes, way off pace) and then another (26 minutes, I am really going to have to push it) and my mind starts battling again. Side A: "It is too cold and there is no way you are going to make a ten minute mile in the snow. Just walk. There are no witnesses. Nobody will know that you quit. You can't breath. Just take it easy." Side B: "You can't quit now. You can beat those kids. Pick them off one by one like you are pickin' your teeth. Take a deep breath and go." I pick up the pace. I pass the ladies that had cut such a nice path and find another lady to follow. (For those that have never run with me I need a goal. I have to find someone to beat, usually someone walking, just to have a goal. Weirdly competitive, I know, but still have to do it.) The lady in front of me keeps looking behind her, checking to see if I am catching up. I mentally make a note to pass her. Three-quarters of a mile to go and I continue to pick up the pace. Half a mile. I am side by side with my new nemesis. Quarter mile mark, I slowly start moving ahead and then I open it up to as fast as my legs will carry me (which I would like to add is not that fast). I start slipping on the ice so I jump of the trail into the gravel and keep trudging ahead. I see the finish line and someone dressed as a turkey rooting everyone on. The snow is hitting me in the face, I am wet from head to toe but I keep going. 100 feet, 50 feet, 10 feet, DONE! Now the best thing would be is if I told you I beat my challenge and ran my race in under 36 minutes but sadly it is not the case. I crossed the finish line at about 36 minutes 26 seconds. Just shy of beating my time goal. But AHHHH, victory is still sweet. I ran my race and didn't quit even though I really wanted to and for that I am very proud.
Part Breast-The best part of the turkey and therefore Thanksgiving, the dinner (aka Part Two):
5:00 pm, Christine's House, Tired and VERY hungry
First I have to say thank you to Christine and her family for opening up their home and letting Joe, Conner, and I take part in their Thanksgiving dinner. They put on an incredible feast and the company was even better. So thanks again.
We arrive at the house and are greeted with a sweet aroma of turkey being roasted. YUM! In addition to the fabulous smells wafting from the kitchen, Christine and her family have already laid an immense spread of dips and snacks that were so tasty I am drooling just writing about them. We converge in the kitchen, swap stories and cook, while the men watch football. I will have to post pictures later because the turkey looked as good as it tasted as did all the other food. I made my first lemon meringue pie and Christine's pumpkin pie turned out great and we were both so proud.
This may be the best part of the day but it certainly does not last long. Within minutes we are all stuffed (none of us wore jeggings) and ready to play a game. Conner played with Christine's daughter Mia while all the adults played a not so fast game of Smart Ass (the turkey caused our brains to function a little slowly). Finally, it was time to go and we packed our leftovers and loaded the car and went home. Part two may be boring to read but the actual experience was definitely awesome.
Part Giblets because you feel like a chopped liver by the end (aka Part Three):
Black Friday, 3:20 am, Walmart, Feeling like a few of my own giblets are missing
Okay, I know that Black Friday is not actually Thanksgiving day, duh, it's the day after. I get all that however, to try and actually separate the two is like trying to take the fat out of gravy. It just can't be done. So what this all means is that the morning after Thanksgiving is part three of story so just read on.
I could not fall asleep. The adds were calling my name. I had stayed up until one in the morning making my plan of attack. I had to change my strategy this year because I was on my own for the first time. Finally, my alarm rang at 2:45 and I was out the door by 3:05. I drove as calmly as I could to Walmart fearing what might be instore (get it....in store) for me there. I was pleasantly surprised to find that when I walked in there were no lines at the checkout and no policemen beating back crazed shoppers as they try to tear past each other to get the best deal. I acquired my targets and checked out and was on my way to the next store by 3:40.
3:45 am Target parking lot, well more like in line 1/4 mile away from the Target doors
Finally, the doors were open and the shoppers flood into the store and I can finally feel my fingers again. I turn to go down an aisle but I am blocked by a Target store employee. I try the next aisle and again blocked. Darn those red shirts. They are funneling all the people to the back of the store like cows being led to slaughter. I am confused and angry because I can't get to the areas that I need to, according to the map that they had given us while waiting in line. I finally reach my destinations and gather my few items and head to the checkout line. An hour and a half later I am finally able to leave the chaos that is Target.
I have come to the conclusion that unless there is an absolute necessity to go to Target on Black Friday at 4 am it is just best to avoid the store. It is a time and energy death trap. So what that they sell new DVDs for $3. Next year I am going back to Walmart. Maybe I have finally learned my lesson that if you go to Target you end up with a target on your back or rather your bag.
Anyway, my day continued to get better as I hit up another five stores. The lines got shorter and I got to stock up on my socks for another year (thanks Fred Meyer). I finally made it home at 10 and tried to take a nap which was usless since Conner was wired and wanting to play. We ended the day as a family going to the movies to see Tangled. It was a cute movie and hopefully we can make this a new family tradition. Mom shops then comes home then we all go to a movie.
This time of year always makes me feel so happy. And I know this is late but to all my family and friends I love you and am so thankful to know you and thankful that you are a part of my life. And so now ends the story of my thanksgiving. Thank you all for reading and now bring on the Christmas music (and Joe you can't get mad it is after Thanksgiving after all, hehehehe).
8:45 am, Columbia Park Trail, 15 degrees F and snowing
I am freezing. I can't feel my toes or my fingers and my mind is in a state of battle with itself. One side saying that I can do this and that I can beat that lady standing next to me holding the hand of a four year old child; the other side saying what kind of crazy person gets up on Thanksgiving and decides to run a 5k in snow that is six inches deep and still falling.
In my state of dueling the whistle blows and the gaggle of people take off WALKING? Due to all the snow they had to put the mile walk and the 5k on the same course. So imagine funneling 3,000+ people onto an icy trail that is about 5 feet wide, kinda like trying to eat Thanksgiving dinner while wearing a pair of jeggings, not a pretty picture. In addition to all the chaos there are dogs and strollers to dodge while trying to keep your footing. Now normally I wouldn't make such a big deal out of this but I have been "training" with the help of family and my neighbor (thanks Meg) and I was challenged to beat 36 minutes (thanks again Meg) so I was actually trying to run and putting in what I would consider an effort (we are talking about me after all). I finally spot a pair of ladies keeping a good pace and cutting an effective path through all the drumsticks so I take up a spot behind them.
One mile goes by (14 minutes, way off pace) and then another (26 minutes, I am really going to have to push it) and my mind starts battling again. Side A: "It is too cold and there is no way you are going to make a ten minute mile in the snow. Just walk. There are no witnesses. Nobody will know that you quit. You can't breath. Just take it easy." Side B: "You can't quit now. You can beat those kids. Pick them off one by one like you are pickin' your teeth. Take a deep breath and go." I pick up the pace. I pass the ladies that had cut such a nice path and find another lady to follow. (For those that have never run with me I need a goal. I have to find someone to beat, usually someone walking, just to have a goal. Weirdly competitive, I know, but still have to do it.) The lady in front of me keeps looking behind her, checking to see if I am catching up. I mentally make a note to pass her. Three-quarters of a mile to go and I continue to pick up the pace. Half a mile. I am side by side with my new nemesis. Quarter mile mark, I slowly start moving ahead and then I open it up to as fast as my legs will carry me (which I would like to add is not that fast). I start slipping on the ice so I jump of the trail into the gravel and keep trudging ahead. I see the finish line and someone dressed as a turkey rooting everyone on. The snow is hitting me in the face, I am wet from head to toe but I keep going. 100 feet, 50 feet, 10 feet, DONE! Now the best thing would be is if I told you I beat my challenge and ran my race in under 36 minutes but sadly it is not the case. I crossed the finish line at about 36 minutes 26 seconds. Just shy of beating my time goal. But AHHHH, victory is still sweet. I ran my race and didn't quit even though I really wanted to and for that I am very proud.
Part Breast-The best part of the turkey and therefore Thanksgiving, the dinner (aka Part Two):
5:00 pm, Christine's House, Tired and VERY hungry
First I have to say thank you to Christine and her family for opening up their home and letting Joe, Conner, and I take part in their Thanksgiving dinner. They put on an incredible feast and the company was even better. So thanks again.
We arrive at the house and are greeted with a sweet aroma of turkey being roasted. YUM! In addition to the fabulous smells wafting from the kitchen, Christine and her family have already laid an immense spread of dips and snacks that were so tasty I am drooling just writing about them. We converge in the kitchen, swap stories and cook, while the men watch football. I will have to post pictures later because the turkey looked as good as it tasted as did all the other food. I made my first lemon meringue pie and Christine's pumpkin pie turned out great and we were both so proud.
This may be the best part of the day but it certainly does not last long. Within minutes we are all stuffed (none of us wore jeggings) and ready to play a game. Conner played with Christine's daughter Mia while all the adults played a not so fast game of Smart Ass (the turkey caused our brains to function a little slowly). Finally, it was time to go and we packed our leftovers and loaded the car and went home. Part two may be boring to read but the actual experience was definitely awesome.
Part Giblets because you feel like a chopped liver by the end (aka Part Three):
Black Friday, 3:20 am, Walmart, Feeling like a few of my own giblets are missing
Okay, I know that Black Friday is not actually Thanksgiving day, duh, it's the day after. I get all that however, to try and actually separate the two is like trying to take the fat out of gravy. It just can't be done. So what this all means is that the morning after Thanksgiving is part three of story so just read on.
I could not fall asleep. The adds were calling my name. I had stayed up until one in the morning making my plan of attack. I had to change my strategy this year because I was on my own for the first time. Finally, my alarm rang at 2:45 and I was out the door by 3:05. I drove as calmly as I could to Walmart fearing what might be instore (get it....in store) for me there. I was pleasantly surprised to find that when I walked in there were no lines at the checkout and no policemen beating back crazed shoppers as they try to tear past each other to get the best deal. I acquired my targets and checked out and was on my way to the next store by 3:40.
3:45 am Target parking lot, well more like in line 1/4 mile away from the Target doors
Finally, the doors were open and the shoppers flood into the store and I can finally feel my fingers again. I turn to go down an aisle but I am blocked by a Target store employee. I try the next aisle and again blocked. Darn those red shirts. They are funneling all the people to the back of the store like cows being led to slaughter. I am confused and angry because I can't get to the areas that I need to, according to the map that they had given us while waiting in line. I finally reach my destinations and gather my few items and head to the checkout line. An hour and a half later I am finally able to leave the chaos that is Target.
I have come to the conclusion that unless there is an absolute necessity to go to Target on Black Friday at 4 am it is just best to avoid the store. It is a time and energy death trap. So what that they sell new DVDs for $3. Next year I am going back to Walmart. Maybe I have finally learned my lesson that if you go to Target you end up with a target on your back or rather your bag.
Anyway, my day continued to get better as I hit up another five stores. The lines got shorter and I got to stock up on my socks for another year (thanks Fred Meyer). I finally made it home at 10 and tried to take a nap which was usless since Conner was wired and wanting to play. We ended the day as a family going to the movies to see Tangled. It was a cute movie and hopefully we can make this a new family tradition. Mom shops then comes home then we all go to a movie.
This time of year always makes me feel so happy. And I know this is late but to all my family and friends I love you and am so thankful to know you and thankful that you are a part of my life. And so now ends the story of my thanksgiving. Thank you all for reading and now bring on the Christmas music (and Joe you can't get mad it is after Thanksgiving after all, hehehehe).
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Happy Halloween
Finally, my child understands the concept of candy and therefore can understand that Halloween is one of the greatest holidays EVER! This year was especially fun because we were lucky enough to have Grandma Charlene and Aunt Nicole come up and visit. Conner was so excited. Conner has recently become obsessed with one of the most beloved cartoon characters of all time and so it was only fitting that for Halloween he become the one and only Mickey Mouse.
And yes after having Molly for almost 8 years we finally turned her into a hotdog or as we like to say a Halloweenie.
Payeton went as Jasmine and Harper went as Winnie the Pooh, which as you can tell by the picture, was perfectly fitting.
We all loaded up and went to the Richland Community Halloween carnival the night before Halloween which all the kids really enjoyed. Then Halloween day we went trick-or-treating to the local strip (not to be confused with strippers) mall and gathered buckets full of candy that I think the parents have been eating out of more of than the kids. Isn't that what this holiday is all about. Kids doing lots of leg work to get parents a bunch of free candy?
And because I am so completely proud of our pumpkins this year, you all have to scroll down and look at our pictures.
P.S. After being scared for years to try it on my own I finally attempted to make caramel corn this year and it turned out great. Thanks for the recipe mom!
P.S.S. Mom you can still send us caramel corn anytime you make it because let's face it nobody makes it like mom.
And yes after having Molly for almost 8 years we finally turned her into a hotdog or as we like to say a Halloweenie.
Payeton went as Jasmine and Harper went as Winnie the Pooh, which as you can tell by the picture, was perfectly fitting.
We all loaded up and went to the Richland Community Halloween carnival the night before Halloween which all the kids really enjoyed. Then Halloween day we went trick-or-treating to the local strip (not to be confused with strippers) mall and gathered buckets full of candy that I think the parents have been eating out of more of than the kids. Isn't that what this holiday is all about. Kids doing lots of leg work to get parents a bunch of free candy?
And because I am so completely proud of our pumpkins this year, you all have to scroll down and look at our pictures.
P.S. After being scared for years to try it on my own I finally attempted to make caramel corn this year and it turned out great. Thanks for the recipe mom!
P.S.S. Mom you can still send us caramel corn anytime you make it because let's face it nobody makes it like mom.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Prince Charming
A few weeks ago in a very close land there lived a little prince named Conner. Conner was a brave child that had a wonderful gift for fixing things.
He was a very handsome child that rode the most beautiful steed in the world.
Conner lived in a beautiful palace with his cousin Princess Payeton.
Until one day the evil witch Disney Princess Dress-Up Stuff (aka DPDUS) left an enchanted set of sparkly shoes to enslave Prince Conner and hold him captive to the beauty of the "pretty shoes."
Under the spell Prince Conner believed that all other shoes were hideous and that the "pretty shoes" were the only shoes that he could wear. The spell drove his father and mother, the king and queen, crazy and they searched in vain for a way to break the spell. Until one day Princess Sarah came from a neighboring kingdom with a wonderful idea to play a song for the Prince to see if that would break the spell.
And it did. The kingdom rejoiced and all the people were happy. Prince Conner and Princess Payeton rode through the streets thanking the people for all their help.
Life returned to "normal" in the kingdom and everyone lived happily ever after or did they.....
He was a very handsome child that rode the most beautiful steed in the world.
Conner lived in a beautiful palace with his cousin Princess Payeton.
Until one day the evil witch Disney Princess Dress-Up Stuff (aka DPDUS) left an enchanted set of sparkly shoes to enslave Prince Conner and hold him captive to the beauty of the "pretty shoes."
Under the spell Prince Conner believed that all other shoes were hideous and that the "pretty shoes" were the only shoes that he could wear. The spell drove his father and mother, the king and queen, crazy and they searched in vain for a way to break the spell. Until one day Princess Sarah came from a neighboring kingdom with a wonderful idea to play a song for the Prince to see if that would break the spell.
And it did. The kingdom rejoiced and all the people were happy. Prince Conner and Princess Payeton rode through the streets thanking the people for all their help.
Life returned to "normal" in the kingdom and everyone lived happily ever after or did they.....
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Man on the Moon
I know that I have not written forever but who honestly wants to hear about the things I do all day? Dishes, laundry, and the changing of multiple diapers is not the fun to write about so unless something funny or exciting happens in my day you are on your own to ponder what it is that we are up to.
You must be able to deduce that if I am sitting here writing I do have a few things that happened recently that I think are somewhat funny.
First, I love to watch Dr. Phil and Oprah, yes you can make fun of me all you want, but I just love to watch these shows probably because I am nosy and like to know what is happening with other people. However, all this is somewhat beside the point. I was watching Dr. Phil recently when suddenly Conner springs from the couch and runs to television hollering, "Poppa, Poppa." Now for those of you who don't know my family or Joe's family Dr. Phil has an uncanny resemblance to most of his grandpas and great-grandpas. On Joe's side they all share the same hair line as Dr. Phil and my dad has a very similar well kept mustache. So now my son is under the impression that Dr. Phil is somehow one of his "Poppas" and lets me know this everyday from 3:00 to 4:00. Now as for Oprah, Conner believes she is his aunt Nicole. How this connection was made I am still trying to figure out but for the hour of Oprah that we watch she is his "Cole." Do you think that we could claim her as family now?
Second, we went to the park yesterday with several friends and the kids were all fighting over the same ball. Well leave it to my imaginitive son to look in the sky and see the moon in it's round glory and start screaming "Ball" and stretching his arms for it as if it were just out of his reach. When his attempts at grabbing the so called 'ball' from the sky failed he then employed his mother, aka me, to try and grab it for him. It took some serious efforts to distract him from the great ball in the sky and with that we said farewell to the man in the moon until another day.
You must be able to deduce that if I am sitting here writing I do have a few things that happened recently that I think are somewhat funny.
First, I love to watch Dr. Phil and Oprah, yes you can make fun of me all you want, but I just love to watch these shows probably because I am nosy and like to know what is happening with other people. However, all this is somewhat beside the point. I was watching Dr. Phil recently when suddenly Conner springs from the couch and runs to television hollering, "Poppa, Poppa." Now for those of you who don't know my family or Joe's family Dr. Phil has an uncanny resemblance to most of his grandpas and great-grandpas. On Joe's side they all share the same hair line as Dr. Phil and my dad has a very similar well kept mustache. So now my son is under the impression that Dr. Phil is somehow one of his "Poppas" and lets me know this everyday from 3:00 to 4:00. Now as for Oprah, Conner believes she is his aunt Nicole. How this connection was made I am still trying to figure out but for the hour of Oprah that we watch she is his "Cole." Do you think that we could claim her as family now?
Second, we went to the park yesterday with several friends and the kids were all fighting over the same ball. Well leave it to my imaginitive son to look in the sky and see the moon in it's round glory and start screaming "Ball" and stretching his arms for it as if it were just out of his reach. When his attempts at grabbing the so called 'ball' from the sky failed he then employed his mother, aka me, to try and grab it for him. It took some serious efforts to distract him from the great ball in the sky and with that we said farewell to the man in the moon until another day.
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