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Birthday Shenanigans

It happens to be my 31st birthday. This is a run-down of what one does on her 31st birthday:

3 loads of laundry

90 minutes of tough cross-training class at the Y

make meals and feed offspring with husband

go to Sam's Club

go to Mass to formally thank student cantor who leaves for college Monday

cancel plans to go to movies because youngest offspring has pinkeye (long story, but we so called this when we saw the baby with pinkeye at day care on Monday)

do dishes while husband takes said child to ER

watch Phineas & Ferb while said husband drives around, nearly in vain, searching for a pharmacy open on a Saturday night

This is what excitement looks like, folks! Actually, it really doesn't matter to me what we do on my birthday. I spent the time with my family, and our little boy will be feeling better soon. So blessed!


Feed My Pillowpets

I think I may be pushing the "be grateful for what you have because there are poor kids who don't have anything" message a wee bit too much at home (if that's possible) lately. I was reading the newspaper the other day when Gabrielle (age 4, mind you) saw a photo of a starving child when she asked, "Is that Somalia?"

I said that it was and she said, "Those poor kids! They don't even have pillowpets there!!"

Another time, Aidan was complaining about something and I said, "When life gives you lemons, you need to make lemonade."

Gabrielle piped up, "But Momma, what about the poor kids who don't even have lemons?!"

Or pillowpets, for that matter.


21st Century Child

Aidan: "Momma, do you think you could take a picture of each bug that I catch before I feed it to my preying mantis?"

Me: "Uh, I guess so."

A: "Then you could take the picture and make it one of those long, flat things."

M: "What?"

A: "You know, that long, flat thing with the picture on it. It's like heavy paper."


24 Hectic Hours

Last night, I sang with a quartet of women we call Nothing But Treble at a Little League World Series game...the Mid-Atlantic game with the team from Clinton County (where Mike now teaches). Because of the team's proximity to the Series location, their games draw a huge crowd...I think there were 30,000 people there! It was an exciting experience followed by an even more exciting game of baseball! MA won 10-0 and we had prime seats behind home plate.

Then, today, after having lunch with a sweet and talented student about to leave for college, I headed to school to get some work done. It was Freshmen Orientation and a few students stopped by B206 to say hello when...there was an earthquake.

OK, now this is all over the news so it's not really news, but there was an earthquake in VA and we felt it in PA. The students and I didn't know what was happening...my bookshelf, desk, floor were shaking and my fish tank was sloshing to and fro. We aren't exactly accustomed to getting earthquakes so I admit that it was quite a shock to me. (No bad earthquake pun intended.)

Phew...add all this to the fact that we started Liam and Gabrielle at day care and Aidan at the Y's day camp and in-services start for me and Michael tomorrow and you've got one busy Connor tribe!

But, it is back to school time...let the insanity begin!


Petting Zoo

The last time we were at the Philly Zoo, the children's area was Gabrielle's favorite...this time, it was Liam's. The goats were so relaxed -- they didn't mind Liam's excited baby slaps (his attempts to pet them) at all.

Petting Zoo

Petting Zoo

Petting Zoo

Petting Zoo


Philly Zoo

During our visit to Aunt Betsey's house, we stopped at the Philly Zoo. The big kids and I went in 2008 while Mike was at band camp, so it was a foggy memory for the then 3-year-old Aidan, and new to the then 1-year-old Gabrielle. Aidan and I rode Benny the Camel, and when Liam grew weary of looking at people's knees, I helped him see the sights from his stroller...

Philly Zoo

Philly Zoo

Philly Zoo

Philly Zoo

Philly Zoo


The Immortal Pogostick

Aidan's frog, Pogostick, who lived with us for over a year, surviving on sporadic feedings of crickets and a boy's love, is still alive and well in Grandma Tina's pond. The kids love to visit him (her?) and the other frogs (children? Wife? Husband?) in the pond in her yard.

The Immortal Pogostick


Centralia

On Tuesday, we took the kids through Centralia, the abandoned town in PA where a coal mine fire has been burning underground since the 60s. For a while, die-hard residents stayed on the land, not wanting to abandon their homes. Eventually, the government forced everyone out: the gases emitted from the ground are not safe, not to mention the insecurity of ya know, the foundation of your home being ON FIRE. A handmade sign was posted near the area, chastising the governor for not letting the people have their homes. Yeah, ok.

The kids wouldn't get out of the van. . .something about poisonous gases and "little lungs" -- what a bunch of whiners, really.

At least Michael and I saw the smoke rising from the broken ground and inhaled the noxious fumes for ourselves. Ahhhh, Bucket Listhood.

Centralia

Centralia