The facility where Brenna and Anthony take their gymnastics and karate lessons is currently in the middle of its Show Week; Brenna’s class had theirs last night, and I was able to get it all on video. I apologize in advance for the very poor lighting during her uneven bar routine. It was because of … Continue reading
I feel as though I mention Cooper all the time; he is, after all, as tall as Anthony and weighs as much as both of my children combined, so he’s hard to miss. But other than complaining about Brenna’s cat this past spring I haven’t really talked about the rest of them lately. So just … Continue reading
As someone who has been blogging fairly steadily for nearly five years, I’ve also been been reading blogs for as long. I read, and have read, more parenting blogs than I can remember. I’ve determined there are several schools of thought when it comes to talking about one’s children online: 1. Tell all, show all, … Continue reading
There are so many things that I’ve been wanting to write about, and haven’t made the time for. This is endlessly frustrating, because I feel as though I’m always sitting in front of the computer. Why I haven’t scheduled in the time to devote to recording these memories is baffling. For example: Anthony. I mentioned … Continue reading
In the past few days I’ve read accounts by friends and strangers alike that Mother’s Day is not a big deal to them, and that they don’t feel the need to be celebrated for doing that which they love. I do not count myself among those people. I am a mother, and I am very … Continue reading
A few evenings ago we were getting ready for bed when, out of the blue, Anthony announced, “I don’t want to get married when I grow up.” “You don’t have to,” I told him. “But I thought you wanted to be a daddy. You need to be married to be a daddy.” He shook his … Continue reading
Remember last fall when I kinda flipped out about Brenna’s 82 on her report card in the “Shows Respect” category? Well, the ice cream cone shown above is our way of celebrating the fact that not only did she turn that around, but yesterday she was awarded a certificate in front of her school for … Continue reading
The second grade at Brenna’s school is learning about immigration at the turn of the 20th century. As a culmination of the unit all children were assigned identities; Brenna’s was Maria Tomasso, a sixteen-year-old seamstress from Italy who’d been hired to work for a company in Massachusetts. Though Maria speaks no English she can read … Continue reading
Tony’s attending a professional conference at a swanky local hotel today, and he came home yesterday informing me that he’d have to dress for the occasion. This meant putting on his dress blues, or as I suppose it’s called now, the Army Service Uniform. That he has to buy updated uniform components and accessories so … Continue reading