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
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
From a Facebook post on March 8: Anthony and I were having a conversation about college. He said he wants to go to {an ROTC military college} like his daddy, and then I asked if he was going to join the military after, too. He said yes, and then I asked what branch. “The Navy,” … Continue reading
From a Facebook post on February 15: Anthony: “When I grow up I want to be a builder, a Soldier, a paleontologist, a doctor, or a contestant on Wipeout.”
I spent about an hour earlier composing a post about all the things that are going wrong in my life right now, but as it turns out a cat having litterbox confusion issues, and a car with a slightly louder exhaust system, and a return of what will (and should) be a regularly scheduled event … Continue reading
“I made a bad decision,” he said to me as we began walking through the parking lot. “Oh yeah? What was that bad decision?” I asked. He grabbed my hand tighter, walking closer to my side. “I didn’t wear my jacket out of the house and it’s windy and cold! I should have put it … Continue reading
I had a parent-teacher conference at Anthony’s preschool yesterday. It was… good. And important. For the record, I think communication between parents and teachers is incredibly important and should never be underestimated. But I’ve never needed these conferences before because Brenna has been an exemplary student all along, at the top of her class and … Continue reading
He calls me Mama now, instead of Mommy. I don’t know when he decided to make this switch, but I simultaneously love/hate it, because I’ve been Mommy for the past eight years and fully intend to never allow my children to call me Mom. It’s just not who I am, mostly because at thirty-one-and-a-half I … Continue reading
Anthony had his mid-season showcase for his karate class last week, and I’m continually amazed at how different my children are from each other. And also at how different boys are from girls. And what a difference a few years makes in terms of being able to sit still. And listen. This video is longer … Continue reading