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December 2015 entries

So, that's odd...

I have no idea how the picture of our cranberry mimosas from the Connor family Christmas party got on the post about Fly World, and I've decided that deleting it isn't worth it, after spending about 5 seconds trying to figure out how to do so.

Just pretend that this picture is actually on that post.

There. Problem solved.

So, that's odd...


Merry Nerd-Mas!

Last night, Aidan displayed an impressive amount of theatrical talent as he played not only the generous innkeeper who offered his barn to a pregnant woman but also the wise man who thought that a burial spice was an appropriate gift for a newborn. He posed for those pictures allllll on his own, in case you were curious.

This morning, I think my inner ear shattered from his boy soprano squealing over his new Rubic's cubes. I'd tell you what they are called, but all the packaging was written in Japanese. Needless to say, he's been geeking out over his cubes basically all day.

(The blue and black thing in front of the cubes is a regulation timer. Yes, you read that correctly.)

Merry Nerd-Mas!

Merry Nerd-Mas!

Merry Nerd-Mas!

Merry Nerd-Mas!

Merry Nerd-Mas!


Gabriel(le)

Ellie resurrected her starring role as the angel Gabriel last night. She brought tidings of great joy for all the people.

She also has been enjoying this beautiful PA weather, and she's even fit in some time for arts and crafts. Ellie recently received her first American Girl doll (from her grandparents, because seriously, those things are way too pricy for the real-life teacher's salary), and Santa spoiled her with a hair salon chair and sundry accessories.

We are so ready for a snow day . . . whenever that may happen!

Gabriel(le)

Gabriel(le)

Gabriel(le)

Gabriel(le)

Gabriel(le)


It's Good to Be Liam

This is a good time to be Liam.

Liam made his church pageant debut as the kid who threw the stuffed lamb around during the readings. Oh, wait. That's not right. He was a SHEPHERD. My bad.

He has mastered an Elvis impersonator without even knowing who Elvis is.

He has worn his PJ's all day, and in addition to being thoroughly spoiled by Santa, Liam got an enormous sea turtle which is about 400 times as large as the one he has already. (Liam loves stuffed animals, in case you are wondering why this is exciting news. He has so many stuffed animals on his bed that you can even occasionally see him sleeping in it.)

So, yeah. It's good to be Liam.

It's Good to Be Liam

It's Good to Be Liam

It's Good to Be Liam

It's Good to Be Liam

It's Good to Be Liam


Get a Life?

It's Christmas Day, and one of the gifts Santa brought the kids was the board game, Life. In typical 21st-century style, the kids have this game on their iPads but have never played it in real . . . well, life.

As we played today, I selected the "college path" and ended up being a teacher. A teacher with a salary of $100,000 every 10 spaces or so. Very realistic.

I also came to a point where I had to decide: "Family Path" or "Life Path." Ouch. The implications are pretty harsh there, aren't they?

Eventually, the "winner" of "Life" is the player who gets to retirement with the most money. You know, kind of like real life. Other than the race to retire with hoards of cash, the rest of the game is pretty outlandish. Like ---

* The time I got married and every player gave me $100,000.

* The time I paid for a house in cash.

* The time I never got sick. Or had health insurance, for that matter.

* The time I had no student loan debt. (Can you imagine? Making $100K out of college with no debt? I've been working full time since my graduation in 2007, I am nowhere near that salary, and I will be paying back student loans until the end of foreseeable time.)

I know, I know. It's "just a game." But, come on, it's called LIFE, for heaven's sake. I think I am well within reasonable expectations to compare it to reality. Now, if it were called "Complete Fantasy," I'd be out of line.

I was the second to retire, and I ended the game with a mere $2.7M in the bank. Funny. That is totally in line with my real life plan. It must be a sign.

Get a Life?

Get a Life?


Rainy Day, Don't Care!

The kids and I went to the indoor trampoline park last weekend. We had a blast, and the fact that I was the only mom attempting to do flips didn't bother me a bit . . . and I'm lucky -- I don't embarrass my kids yet, so I think I have maybe a good two years before I have to sit with the other moms while the kids play. I fully intend to live it up, thank you very much!

Rainy Day, Don't Care!

Rainy Day, Don't Care!

Rainy Day, Don't Care!

Rainy Day, Don't Care!


The Life of a Connor Kid

This past weekend, Mike and I were both involved in the Williamsport Civic Chorus (him as their new Director, me as a singer), and as a result, the kids needed to attend some lengthy rehearsals involving choral music, brass ensembles, and of course, hot cocoa! 

Everyone kept remarking about how well-behaved the kids were...well, of course!  They have been at rehearsals since before they were born.  :) 

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