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Depending on who you talk to in our family they are either homeless, waiting to cross the corner and moving around because they are cold (and the music was from a loud car behind us), mislead and confused, or dancing and singing for money. Can you guess who said what? —– We ate at the Moe’s on Newberry Rd not too long ago. The routine always ends up walking around the fountain on the way back to the car. On this particular occasion the kids conned some change out of us to throw into the fountain to make wishes. After it was all said and done Tracy asked what people wished for. This was their answers: Annalise: I want to be on Steve Irwin’s team one day! Madeline: I want to be a horseback rider. Secily: I want to be a princess. Connor: I didn’t make a wish because it’s a scam.
Connor: “Annalise, you can’t say that!!! That’s a bad word!” Wait! What! What is Annalise saying? So a quick… “Hey! Connor! Come here. What’s Annalise saying?” He comes over and refuses to say the word. Instead, he’ll spell it for us. “S”. Ok… there it is, where’d Annalise learn Sh#*$? “P”. Huh? What bad words start with “SP”? Spoon? Space? Spooky? Shoot… I can’t think of any words that are bad that start with “SP”. “A”. “SPA”? This is getting wierder! “M”. HAHAhahaha! Show’s that Connor is a product of the technology age huh… “SPAM” is a bad word… he has that one right!
Connor had a collision during football practice with another play which resulted in 4 stitches on the eyelid and 3 under the eye. The picture was taken about 7 hours after it happened. This picture was taken at about 12:30am after Tracy and Connor got home from the emergency room. They actually went to a doc-in-the-box first but they didn’t want to deal with it (either too close to quitting time or they were concerned that he might have a broken bone under there). Yesterday he was at the peek of his swelling. I’m not sure if Tracy got a picture of his eye almost swollen shut or not. Amazingly enough, he still isn’t that black and blue from it. He has been great all through it. Tracy said that he did great at the emergency room Monday and really well at his Doc appointment yesterday (when they removed that plastic bandage). The Doc at the emergency room was kidding him about playing football… saying that she’d expect to see him again a couple more times over the next couple years. Even with that kidding around he has a great attitude about football and is eager to get back on the field. He was actually worried that he’d miss practice and a game. I’m proud of him.
We’re going on a big trip… several hours in the car… and it is a sort of a surprise for the kids so we haven’t told them much. We want to get an early start… so our plan is to just take the kids from their bed and put them in the car without doing anything at home in the morning to get out of the house quick. Well… that part worked great. We’re on the road for a bit and we’re telling the kids what we are doing and that we’re going to see the mountains and goto a zoo and all sorts of stuff. We bought little dollar store presents to give them throughout the trip as well, kinda like mini-distractions, and we told them all about this. So they are all happy and excited. After we stop telling them all this and the kids questions have died down. After a little bit of silence. Connor asks thoughtfully, ‘Did you pack my clothes?’ He’s still in his pajamas and he didn’t know we spent all night packing everything and he just figured out that we are going to be gone for a couple of days… I guess he didn’t want to be in his pajama’s the entire time. I had to put both kids to bed tonight at roughly the same time. As a result I sat in the rocking chair and read them both a bedtime story and then tucked them in. When I left I half-way closed the door and started feeding the turtle. At that time I hear Annalise saying, ‘knock knock, knock knock.’ and then Connor, ‘Daddy!’. So I walk into the room and start up my speech about being quiet and paddling and such. Before I get started too much Connor interjects, ‘Daddy, let me tell you somethin… She tells ‘knock knock’ jokes ALL night long!’. Connor spent the night at his friends house the other day (Tyler’s). Well, at night before going to sleep Tyler’s mom (Niki) was going to send Connor to the bathroom to do his thing before being sent to bed. You see, Connor had just finished brushing his teeth and we’ve taught him that when you do one, you do the other. So he didn’t need to go. When Niki told him to goto the bathroom, Connor, instead of protesting right away, said something like: Let me ask my penis. You know, sometimes I talk to my penis… and right now its telling me I don’t have to go anymore. How could she send him after that. I’d have had a hard time holding it together till he got to the next room. I wouldn’t want to bust out laughing (not wanting to embarrass the poor child). Course, why does he have to tell this to someone outside the family first? I’d have kept it quiet. Now that it’s out, I figure he doesn’t mind letting people know so it’s posted here. Anyways, we’re at Chili’s having dinner and I take Connor and Annalise to the bathroom. Not wanting to let the kids out of my sight we all pile in the biggest stall (I don’t want to turn around and see Annalise washing her hands in the urinal or something). Connor rushes in cause he was dancing in his pants. Does his bussiness. Annalise is next. I start mine (Connor and Annalise are behind me with Connor preventing Annalise from opening the stall door). All of a sudden Connor walks to my side and blurts out really loud, ‘Whoa! You got a big _____.’ (You can fill in the blank I’m sure.) Regardless of how right he is, it was still a few minutes before I left the stall. Course, I bet that’s why those people were pointing at me when I left the bathroom. The other day Connor was being sweet and bringing Trace flowers from out of the yard. Annalise started mimicing Connor and doing the same thing. Trace was very touched and said, ‘You know, anyone that brings me flowers gets a kiss.’ To which Connor said, ‘Aww, I thought you were going to say that people who bring you flowers get ice cream.’ |
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