
I glanced in the rear-view mirror as we pulled up to the stoplight, and had to grab my phone out of its dashboard mount to capture this slice of life.
I glanced in the rear-view mirror as we pulled up to the stoplight, and had to grab my phone out of its dashboard mount to capture this slice of life.
We’re tired of just throwing allergy meds at Connor’s runny nose to see what works, so we’re back at the allergist again after five years. Hopefully, the skin testing will show whether Connor’s allergies have switched up over time, and we can come up with a game plan for treatment.
My son is outside, making snow angels in half an inch of snow, because it’s the first snow of the season.
It’s a typical Sunday morning: Connor’s in the La-Z-Boy, playing on his tablet — sounds like Angry Birds at the moment — and I’m sitting on the couch, taking care of random stuff on my laptop while doing laundry.
“Mom! Wanna watch these piggies go into orbit?”
Connor jumps out of the recliner and beelines for the couch, bumping the “vintage” coffee table with the wobbly leg, sloshing some coffee out of my cup.
We both freeze and stare at the coffee puddle for a moment. It’s not bad — just a splash. I smirk at him.
“As soon as you grab some paper towels!”
He tosses his tablet back into the chair and runs into the kitchen. I pick up my sewing notebook, which now has a quarter-sized coffee stain on the current page. No biggie. What little coffee has pooled on the page drips off as Connor returns with a few paper towels.
We blot up the spill. Nothing’s ruined, no one’s mad, no worries. I tell Connor I’ll take care of throwing the wet paper towels away in a minute, and he goes back to the chair to get his tablet.
“Hey, Mom,” he deadpans as he walks back to sit next to me, “wanna watch your coffee go into orbit?”
One year ago, Connor earned his purple belt and moved up into the intermediate group. This year, he earned his brown belt and moved into the advanced group. I am one proud mama!