Monday, May 31, 2010
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Memorial Day Parade
Thousands of men and women have died and continue to die for our Freedom, and although it is woefully inadequate, to them I say, Thank You. It has never made sense to me to say "Happy" Memorial Day. I am glad I have the freedom I have, but at the same time am horrified by the vast number of lives it has cost.
Today was the Memorial Day Parade, and not only did I remember my camera, I remembered to use it! (Ian was in the parade. That's probably why.) I got some wonderful pictures of a few young ones absolutely glued to the goings-on. This little one seemed to really enjoy the bands:
and this little one waved to the Fire Trucks:
and I don't think this little guy stopped clapping and jumping for the entire 2 hour parade!
Little kids are great. They soak up everything like little sponges. I remember when Ian was this age... {heavy sigh} Where does the time go? This year he hits 'double digits'!
I believe this band was from the Charter School of Applied Technologies. Cool-looking uniforms, but I bet they were unbearably hot:
I got video of them showing how to get on them, which will follow in another post:
Memorial Day Parade, Continued
And, at long last, Tiny Treasures Day Care ! That's my favorite Boy Child, helping hold the banner:
Of course, I tell him he's my favorite Boy Child, and he says,
Mom. I'm your ONLY Boy Child.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
The Garden
Oh, yeah. And I'm sunburned. SPF 30 on, and I still get sunburned. Gonna feel lovely for the Memorial Day parade on Monday.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Energy
I need fruit. :D
Thursday, May 06, 2010
Growin' Up...
Yeah? What did you tell her?
I don't have any money. I mean, like, no money at all. I can't go out with her anywhere. I can't afford to go out with anyone!
Probably not what she meant. I hope he keeps his innocence for a very, very long time. :)
Michael said...
Actually, its probably EXACTLY what she meant. Every home in America has an electronic babysitter called a "TV Set," and there is a constant tsunami of impropriety, debauchery and depravity coursing into little minds everywhere.
Serena said...
{heavy sigh} You are probably right. And here he is thinking she just wants him to take her to the Corner Store...
Sunday, May 02, 2010
Saturday, May 01, 2010
I took the months of April and May off of school. There has been so much going on. At work, Tim started a new partnership with is friend, Herschel Gelber, called Gelber & O'Connell. Tim kept me on as his assistant, so I have no immediate need to look for work. Thank goodness. I cannot imagine being a single mom with the pressure of being unemployed. I've been working partial weekends to get things done for the transfer.
I think I've been emotionally exhausted more than anything else. Worrying takes a whole lot out of a person. Today I slept until noon. Even more surprising is that Ian let me.
Baseball season has begun, and I've already been to three games. :) The weather has been great so far this spring, and I am loving it. Ian and I have been out playing catch every day. His league has started their practicing, two nights a week. He is excited about it, and it's great to see. I'll have to post a pic of him in his new uniform.
He is wanting to grow his hair long. I don't like it, but it's not worth arguing about. As long as he keeps it clean, I'm not going to stress over it. He knows, though, that if he doesn't keep it clean, it's buzz-cut time.
I've got to get my apartment in half-way decent shape. It's a disaster area in here, and I can't stand it. Tomorrow is house cleaning day. Ian is dreading it. (We're starting with his room.) :D