Today, fill your cup of life with sunshine and laughter.

20 February 2009

My baby is 6 today ...

... how time flies!!!

Since he turned 5, Brennan has been a very busy little boy. Here are some of the many things he has been involved with for the past year:

He graduated from pre-school and started kindergarten!

He hung out with his best buddy.

He learned to play baseball.

He terrorized the neighbours at Hallowe'en. (He's the ghoul!)

He went to shows with Mommy.

He took swimming lessons with his best buddy.

He sang in the school choir.

He continued with his power skating classes.

He charmed the socks off Santa.

He spent quality time with his uncle and his cousins.

He played with Daisy...

...and they became closer than ever.

He took taekwondo classes after school...

...and passed his orange belt test after only 2 months.

He became a Rotary Volunteer.

And he still had lots of time to just be a kid.


14 February 2009

I found these on my work computer and can't stop looking at them

Happy Valentine's Day to all my friends. What is love?
Let me show you what it is for me these days:
Summer 2007 at our favorite beach, about 20 minutes away. Brennan is running straight at me and a second after this picture is taken, he is airborn, expecting to be caught and swung around.

Summer 2006, Brennan's first beach vacation and Mandy was scared he'll drown - she was terrified of the water, but that didn't stop her from staying at his side the whole time.

Brennan and Daisy Summer 2007 at the Cape. Best friends. This one brings tears to my eyes.

I am blessed. :)

04 February 2009

Here Kitty, Kitty, Kitty ...

A dear friend of mine sent this to me. I thought it was funny enough to share, although I suspect the men who read it won't find it as funny as the women :P

Calling in Sick to Work

We've all had trouble with our animals, but I don't think you can top this one:

Calling in sick to work makes me uncomfortable. No matter how legitimate my excuse, I always get the feeling that my boss thinks I'm lying. On one recent occasion, I had a valid reason, but lied anyway, because the truth was just too darned humiliating. I simply mentioned that I had sustained a head injury, and I hoped I would feel up to coming in the next day. By then, I reasoned, I could think up a doozy to explain the bandage on the top of my head.

The accident occurred mainly because I had given in to my wife's wishes to adopt a cute little kitty. Initially, the new acquisition was no problem.

Then one morning, I was taking my shower after breakfast when I heard my wife, Deb, call out to me from the kitchen. 'Honey! The garbage disposal is dead again. Please come reset it.'

'You know where the button is,' I protested through the shower pitter-patter and steam. 'Reset it yourself!'

'But I'm scared!' she persisted. 'What if it starts going and sucks me in?'

There was a meaningful pause and then, 'C'mon, it'll only take you a second.'

So out I came, dripping wet and butt naked, hoping that my silent outraged nudity would make a statement about how I perceived her behavior as extremely cowardly. Sighing loudly, I squatted down and stuck my head under the sink to find the button. It is the last action I remember performing.

It struck without warning, and without any respect to my circumstances. No, it wasn't the hexed disposal, drawing me into its gnashing metal teeth. It was our new kitty, who discovered the fascinating dangling objects she spied hanging between my legs. She had been poised around the corner and stalked me as I reached under the sink. And, at the precise moment when I was most vulnerable, she leapt at the toys I unwittingly offered and snagged them with her needle-like claws.

I lost all rational thought to control orderly bodily movements, blindly rising at a violent rate of speed, with the full weight of a kitten hanging from my masculine region. Wild animals are sometimes faced with a 'fight or flight' syndrome. Men, in this predicament, choose only the 'flight' option. I know this from experience. I was fleeing straight up into the air when the sink and cabinet bluntly and forcefully impeded my ascent. The impact knocked me out cold.

When I awoke, my wife and the paramedics stood over me. Now there are not many things in this life worse than finding oneself lying on the kitchen floor butt naked in front of a group of 'been-there, done-that' paramedics. Even worse, having been fully briefed by my wife, the paramedics were all snorting loudly as they tried to conduct their work, all the while trying to suppress their hysterical laughter......and not succeeding.

Somehow I lived through it all. A few days later I finally made it back in to the office, where colleagues tried to coax an explanation out of me about my head injury. I kept silent, claiming it was too painful to talk about. It was.

'What's the matter?' They all asked, 'Cat got your tongue?'

If they only knew!