The Connolly Family

The Adventures of Matt, Shannon, Liam & Paige

Month: July 2009 (page 1 of 2)

Pee-Eww, Stinky, Stinky! (Part Deux)

Liam just walked up to me, pinched his nose and said “Pee-eww, stinky, stinky!”  He then pointed at his bum and clearly said “Poop.”  I would be elated about his clear communication skills in a very helpful area except that when I put him on the changing table there was nothing there.  So much for that.

Oh, Fred Rogers, We Miss You!

Although Liam still doesn’t watch very much TV (with the exception of a few minutes each day while I’m waking up and getting ready and he’s in our room with us) it brings me great joy that my little boy can now identify Mister Rogers on sight.  I’ve written before about using the PBS website clips while cutting Liam’s fingernails and toenails but it never occurred to me that Mister Rogers might be available online until I went looking for DVDs and found that not only are there only a very few available out there in the world but that PBS has just cut Mister Rogers re-runs to one per week, which is absurd.  Of all the complete crap aimed at kids on television it’s more than a little shame that Mister Rogers isn’t aired regularly anymore (and that I can’t get my hands on all the episodes–for which I’d be willing to pay a ridiculous sum of money).  The fact that we’ve tried to replace a captivating, kind, caring, gentle man who taught us how to be better people with giant purple dinosaurs and action cartoons with no real value is sad.  While I know that my kid will inevitably end up watching some crap TV in his youth I’d just like to do my best to keep shows like Mister Rogers and Reading Rainbow on our playlist.  I’ll take a tour of a stamp factory or LeVar Burton reading a classic over flashy, soulless animation any day of the week.

Lunch

After we got back from the Trader Joe’s I made the mistake of going to the bathroom (I know, I know, I never learn, do I?).  This is what I found when I came out:

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In case you can’t tell that’s Liam (unabashedly) sitting on the back porch drinking milk and eating cheese sandwich crackers.  Here’s a hint: I didn’t give him any of that before I went to the bathroom.

Snapshot(s) Of A Sunday Afternoon

Splash!

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Practicing with the shovel:

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Splash (again)!

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This thing’s got holes in it…

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Splash (some more)!

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Why use a shovel when I can use this instead?

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Boat crash (part 1):

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Boat crash (part 2):

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Boat crashed!

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Splash (now I’m just showing off)!

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Shiny, happy toddler (part 1):

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Shiny, happy toddler (part 2):

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Shiny, happy toddler (part 3):

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Bucket derby:

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I won!
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Victory lap:

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Round 2:

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1:

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2:

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3:

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Bench series (1):

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Bench series (2):

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Bench series (3):

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Bench series (4):

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Sure Dad, I’ll go inside (but you’ll have to catch me first):

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Got me:

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Isn’t this how I’m supposed to do it?

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Freedom!

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Next step, bath:

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I’m not so sure about this plan anymore:

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Making a break for it:

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You can’t catch me:

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Foiled by the small house again:

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Bath!

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The End.

Bed

Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning and it wasn’t me although I am seriously considering going back to bed and pulling the covers up over my head.

Little Boy: Free To A Good Home

Wanted:  Good home for sweet 19-month-old boy.  His mother has dropped her basket and cannot care for him anymore.

  • Not housebroken (but extraordinarily interested in other people’s toilet habits).
  • Spits out everything he eats (but usually hits his bib).
  • Drools incessantly (great way to get a jump start on cleaning those floors).
  • Understands simple commands (but doesn’t necessarily follow those commands).
  • Helps put away groceries (but won’t necessarily leave them there afterwards).
  • Retrieves his own milk from the refrigerator (and anything else he can get his hands on).
  • Has an unnatural fascination with rubber bathtub stoppers.
  • Is mechanically inclined (if you count sticking keys in electrical sockets).
  • Comes when you call him (if by”come” you mean”run the opposite direction at full speed”).

Please act quickly.  Situation is desperate.

Casing The Joint

So there’s this bench.

It’s a bench I’ve been coveting online for about a month now and it would go perfectly in our entryway.  It’s more than reasonably priced (I haven’t seen anything that’s just like it anywhere else, which is a plus, but anything else that serves the same purpose runs at least $100 more — and that’s on sale).  After leaving it open in my browser for weeks Matt finally said that we should go ahead and get the thing.  Then came the rub: the online shipping instructions said that we should “allow 4-6 weeks” for shipping.

Because we’ve ordered from this place before and the last time we received our packages in 2-3 weeks (missing being out of town by about 2 days, if I recall correctly) we decided to play it safe for our vacation this year and have it shipped to the house of some friends in the neighborhood.  That way if we’re out of town when it’s delivered they can keep it for us for a bit and if we’re here I could run right over and pick it up after we received delivery confirmation.  Yesterday we received notice that it had shipped (three days after placing the order) and that it would be here today.

I was keeping an eye on it online before I left to run errands, but it still said it was “out for delivery” on the truck.  I even called Matt to check as I pulled out of the grocery store so that I could run by and get it while I was still out.  Matt checked and it was a no-go.  I got home, unloaded the groceries, and immediately checked it again (I had a feeling) to find that it had been delivered.

I quickly put Liam back into his carseat (he was not excited) and left as fast as I could since it was 12:05 and he needed to have lunch and be down by 1:00 (Liam was even less excited when we managed to pass his favorite park and he squealed with delight, only to find that we weren’t slowing down.  Poor kid).  I went to our friends’ house and found nothing at the door.  I called Matt who IMd one of the people who live in the house to which the package was supposedly delivered to make sure the dogs were in the house and not in the backyard and then I starting poking around like a criminal.  There was nothing out front, nothing at the side door, and nothing (that I could see) out back, either.  I called Matt back and he looked at the detailed information on the FedEx website and told me that it said “left at front door.”  Clearly, this was either not the case or someone had made off with a large 35 pound box in the span of the 10 minutes it took me to get there.  I started walking around looking at the nearby neighbors’ front doors (looking a bit less like a criminal since I now had Liam and my purse in tow).  Nothing.  It then occurs to me and Matt (who was still on the phone) that the name of the street I was on was the same as an adjacent street, with a different suffix.

I got back in the car and started driving slowly down the other street with the same name (which is a much-used cut-through in the neighborhood, so I passed at least 10 cars while trying to track down the same street number as our friends’ house on a different street looking for all the world, again, like a criminal).  When I found the house, there was our package, in full view, on the front porch.  I pulled over and didn’t see any cars in the drive but did see a ton of kid things in the yard and on the porch so I knew that it was still possible that someone was home and I didn’t want to ring the doorbell and wake up any sleeping children.  I decided to pull in the driveway and knock on the door.  No one appeared to be home.

I grabbed the box (with my name and the correct address clearly written on the front) and the FedEx slip off the door and hurriedly took it back to my car where I eventually stuffed it into the trunk (looking this time like a straight-up thief except that if it were the case it would have made much more sense for me to steal the $600 running stroller that was sitting right next to our box) and drove off.

This bench better be worth all the hype.

Busy Saturday

We began the day with a walk to the park where Liam got his first official skinned knee.  He fell.  He bled.  He immediately got up and went back to playing (while I went to get some water and a cloth to try to clean him up a bit).  Here’s what he looked like before we put the band aid on:

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Here’s Liam giving a “thumbs up:”

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After Liam woke up from his nap we headed to the pool with Marianne, Lynne, & Jim (while Lou napped back at the house).

I’m ready to go, Mom!

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Liam was excited to be at the pool, but he always takes a while to warm up to a new situation:

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Testing the waters:

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The peanut gallery watched his every move (or lack thereof):

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All warmed up!

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Action shot:

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Blowing bubbles (or drinking the “water” we aren’t sure which):

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Mom.  Mom?  I think there’s a problem with my hat:

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Mom.  Seriously.  Where are you?

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Oh.  Hi.

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Sprayers!

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Little dino:

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What’s the big deal about this thing?

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Here!  I can show you just how to do it best:

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This is how you fly a plane, son:

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Here, let me help you with that:

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American Gothic Redux:

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Coloring break:

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Happy Birthday, Lynne/Mom/Grammie!

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Milking It

Five minutes ago I gave Liam a full sippy cup with the hopes that it would hold him over until I could get lunch together.  He just returned with an empty sippy cup with suspicious splatters.  He kept pointing to his room so I went with him.  I went to pick him up to expedite the process when I realized that what must be the majority of the contents of the sippy cup are now all over the front of his clothes.  He was soaked to the skin (and now so am I).  I now have an hour to find out where else in my house there is milk (or I guess I could wait a few days and sniff everything until I zero in on the sour stench), give Liam lunch, and give him a bath (there was so much milk in his shirt that when I took it off it soaked his hair and it’s already sour and slightly crunchy).  I have no idea how this happened but I feel sure that blogging about it while the clock is ticking was the right decision.

Rainy Sunday

Last Sunday was a lazy, rainy day at the Connolly ranch.  Here are some pictures we took over the course of the day:

Look Ma, I’ve got my boots on!

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Work that runway:

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Reading the “paper” with Dad:

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Ham:

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Rain!

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Plane!

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Walk with Dad to the end of the driveway:

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Refusal to leave the end of the driveway:

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Full-on fit at the end of the driveway:

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Okay, I’m finished (but I’m making Dad nervous running in these boots):

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Umbrella (under the overhang):

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I prefer it like this:

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I don’t know why you people think these things are helpful!

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Striking a pose:

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Run!

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Let’s go inside!

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Relaxing and reading with Dad:

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Smile in three parts:

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Bull-face in three parts:

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I just can’t help myself:

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Fake boo-boo face (in one part):

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Happy again!

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