Mommathon

Liam hates flies.  He especially hates flies that are inside and he especially, especially hates flies that are inside flying around his food while he is trying to eat.  To make matters worse, we seem to have a fly that has made itself at home.  Either that, or somehow we keep getting different flies in our house.  Anyway, after much screaming and shouting "shoo fly" at the breakfast table this morning Liam declared, "Mom, this fly has been here so long I think we should just call it a pet."

Colm loves his sunglasses. He wears them often and usually upside down.




We made this scuba gear craft at the library today.

This is our new favorite breakfast. It is basically a peanut butter and jelly sandwich using a hot dog bun and a banana where the hot dog should be. They love it!

Okay, not really, but I did introduce my grandma and my uncle to a computer yesterday. They don't have a computer and have never touched one. My uncle wanted to know if he could type his name on it. How cute. :) I showed them CNN's website since they watch CNN a lot and I showed them my blog since they haven't seen the boys in a while. So, for a few brief moments yesterday, I felt like a computer genius.

I feel like I need to put a full-page ad in the newspaper to thank all the people who have been there for me and my family this past week. From providing meals, to watching the boys, to sending us notes and e-mails, the thoughtfulness has been overwhelming at times. This whole experience has been too much and I am sure it hasn't quite completely sunk in yet. This is something that happens to someone else. This is not something that happens to me, yet it has. On Monday morning I felt like I had a hangover when I woke up, but the beautiful thing about having children is that you have to shake it off and get on with the day. On Monday I wrote my dad's obituary and helped my step-mom and brothers pick out his casket. Surreal. How else do you put it into words? I guess you know in the back of your mind that you are going to have to do it someday, but not yet. The visitation on Tuesday was great. Over 250 people came to pay their respects to my dad. I think that says a lot about him; he touched a lot of people's lives. At the funeral today the pastor did an amazing job of not only reflecting on my dad's life, but also really reminding us that my dad may be gone, but he is in a better place-a place of peace and love where he will never have to suffer again. So, thank you everyone. Thank you for the notes, the e-mails, the meals, the babysitting, the prayers...my family is so blessed to have so many people who love us.

In Liam's effort to avoid his nemisis, salad, he informed us tonight at the dinner table that he is going to eat salad when he is six.  I guess he thinks he is buying himself some time. By the way, he did end up eating a bite of salad.

This was another good one...I know I always say they are good, but if they weren't good I wouldn't have read them all the way through.  That said, this book is about a woman who starts out as a Harvard grad student who discovers during the course of the book, with the help of recovering addicts in the halfway house where she has started working to do research for her schoolwork, that she is stronger than she thinks she is.  She learns to not only stand up for herself, but to stand up for others as well.