The Connolly Family

The Adventures of Matt, Shannon, Liam & Paige

Month: October 2009 (page 1 of 5)

Happy Birthday Pok!

As the teaser post indicated we have had quite a time getting ready for Halloween this year.  Everyone at the Connolly Ranch had a costume and a great time, even if the party we were supposed to go to was cancelled and Liam’s stomach issues meant he shouldn’t eat any candy (not that he knows what candy is at this point anyway).  But the preparations started long before the big night.

First, Gran made Liam the best cape any boy could hope for.

So awesome that it even worked with his mini-golfer gear:

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But (apparently) not quite awesome enough to distract from Gran’s fascinating elbow skin:

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Still awesome enough to fly:

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Up, Up, and Away!:

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This is what happens when Superman’s pants are three sizes too big:

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Now with his shirt (sans chest patch):

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Even Superman goes Krogering:

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Faster than a speeding bullet:

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“Won’t you be my neighbor?”

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Ready to leap tall buildings in a single bound:

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Off to save a damsel in distress:

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“Hey guys, can you tell that I’m Superman?”

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Superman loves a good kitty cat:

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Superman, his uncle Fred, and his favorite toddler:

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Superman and Wonder Woman:

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“Oh, wow!”

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“Look at that, Mama!”

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Superman and his Grammie:

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Superman and his Pop:

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Superman and his uncle Fred:

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Waiting patiently for Granddaddy:

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There he is!:

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Being more powerful than a locomotive is exhausting for anyone:

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Would you be mine?  Could you be mine?

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Like Superman:

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Like Fred:

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Superman gets down with his cane and a little football:

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Trying his first bite of banana pudding:

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Apparently he’s related to his mother…

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A good time was had by all and we’ve got our fingers crossed that the time change makes up for Superman’s incredibly late bedtime…

Happy Halloween, Y’all!

This Little Light Of Mine

Liam is the child who cannot sleep with any light in the room, who will not nap in the car because it’s (to use his words) “too bright,” and for whom we have to turn on a nightlight after naps and in the morning to ease him into the overhead light.

Liam is also the child who has decided lately to spend two hours (or more) without any warning awake in his bedroom instead of napping until he finally gives in to total exhaustion and lies down to nap.

Liam is unfortunately the same child who has just discovered that his arms are now long enough to reach the overhead light switch  that is very poorly placed by his bed.

Liam is now the very same child whose bed is in the middle of his tiny room, leaving no room to walk or play, but hopefully enough room to sleep.

Like Father, Like Son

This is what happens when you put my husband and my son together with foam stickers:

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And to think that I just stuck the things on construction paper.  How boring!

Wow.

The contents of this post are so disgusting that I hesitate to put it next to the macaroni and cheese post because it feels unsanitary.  But people, what’s going on in this house right now is so far from cool, and somehow writing it down makes it feel like I’m not in it alone (at least until the next incident).

This morning as we were finishing breakfast, Liam looked up at me and said “Poop.”  Very definitively.  I went to get a paper towel to clean him off so we could head for the bathroom, but by the time I’d crossed the kitchen again to get back to him, the whole area smelled like rotten eggs.  I kid you not, I was hoping that I’d maybe passed an SBD without knowing.  Alas, this was not the case.  Although I guess it’s a good thing that I’m still fully aware of my own bodily functions, the only other answer to what had happened was almost more than I could handle.  I went to get Liam out of his chair and was almost knocked to the floor by odor alone.  What I found when I got him on the changing table was, in short, indescribable.

We’re going through the Big D and much like Mark Chesnutt, I don’t mean Dallas either.

This is the third morning that we’ve had such issues.  On Tuesday morning, Matt and I went into Liam’s room and instead of the usual chirpy “Good Morning, sleep well, turn light on, turn sound machine off.”  All we were greeted with was “Poop, Poop, POOP.”  Although there was nothing in his diaper at that particular moment, it was certainly a harbinger of things to come.  That day we had four incidences between 9am and 5pm.  Yesterday we were down to two.  I’m hoping that this morning’s atrocities will not be repeated and that we’re finished with this particular phase.  It certainly makes the idea of staying in today very appealing.

I’m not sure how long we should let this go on before calling the doctor, but to be honest — I hesitate simply based on the fact that we’ve caught nasty child germs twice in the last three weeks and going to the doctor’s office is like begging to get a doctor’s-visit-worthy strain.  After waking myself up coughing for the past two nights, I’m not too thrilled about the idea of doubling-up with anything else…

Our potty training books were delivered yesterday, not a moment too soon.  I stayed up entirely too late last night reading one of them and something tells me that staying up until I finish tonight might be well worth the loss of sleep.

Wednesday: It’s What’s For Dinner

Tonight I was craving comfort food.  The result was something called “Dressed-Up Bacon Mac and Cheese.”  I got the recipe here.  I made the following changes:

  • I didn’t grease the pan
  • I used 8 ounces of whole wheat/veggie macaroni (which looks like autumn in a bowl, in case you wondered)

Here’s a picture of the package:

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  • I used skim milk
  • I used 12 oz. of a grated cheese mixture I found at Trader Joe’s in place of the asiago and provolone (although the mixture did include both of those cheeses)

Here’s a picture of that package as well:
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  • I actually did use 2 large eggs
  • I used 2 green onions instead of scallions
  • I used 2 heels and 2 slices of double-fiber wheat bread instead of white
  • I used 5-6 slices of bacon
  • I actually followed the recipe for the remaining ingredients
  • I also followed the directions (except that I omitted the water in the cheese mixture and used about 4 oz. in the bread mixture, but the remaining 8 oz. in the cheese sauce)

Here’s what the finished product looked like:

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The house smells like absolute heaven and it wasn’t completely impossible to complete on a night when Matt had softball after work (albeit not in time for Liam to have any — but we’ll have plenty for him to try tomorrow and he seemed very happy with his leftover elbows covered with parmesan cheese).  Plus, it has my aforementioned favorite ingredients:  cheese and pasta, with surprise appearances made by both bread and bacon.  How could you lose?  The bread/crust/topping was absolutely fantastic.  I might have enjoyed either mixing bacon in with the macaroni itself or using a more sharp cheese blend, but then I have a definite affinity for the sharpest cheeses around, so that may not be a universal opinion.  Bon appetit!

(Not So) Mini Wednesday Roundup

We went to the Gardens again today, but this time we took Gran and met up with Jessica and Walker.  Here are a few pictures from the day:

Inspecting the square puddle:

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Walker and a scarecrow:

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And they’re off!

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The Lollipop Guild:

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And, he’s off!

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The world’s slowest slide:

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And, they’re off…

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…to the world’s slowest slide.  Again.

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And again.

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Practicing his levitation technique:

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And yet again:

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Copping a (brief) squat:

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And, they’re off:

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There they go:

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Oh the water…Oh, the water…

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Let it run all over me:

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Sliding (a bit faster this time):

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Checking out the scareroach:

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Mother and son:

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And we’re off:

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Mr. McGregor’s garden:

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More cowbell:

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“Are we sharing…?”

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Peek-A-Boo!

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Checking out the flora:

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“Reading” a sign in a whole new way:

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Little boy, big railing:

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This is what happens when we try to get Liam to smile for the camera these days:

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Take 2:

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Take 3 (gotta break out the tickle):

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Genetics

Matt swears he didn’t remember this picture when he helped Liam with his “shell.”  I say it’s another case of DNA overpowering the conscious mind.

Exhibit A:

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Exhibit B:

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The Themeiest Of Themes

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Genetics

It’s all in the DNA.

Exhibit A:

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Exhibit B-1:

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Exhibit B-2:

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Exhibit B-3:

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Exhibit B-4:

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Exhibit B-5:

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Exhibit B-6:

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Exhibit B-7 (aka “Learning from the master”):

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And those are just the ones I have on my computer.  Crazy.

Too Cool For Lunch

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