I found this old picture of Liam and wanted to compare it to one of my own at the same age, we have identical profiles and a lot of the same features. As one of my friends said it perfectly, "Liam is you only in negative." Meaning that he has my features but his daddy's coloring. I love this little boy so much and I feel like the luckiest momma in the world to have him as my son.
Monday, February 22, 2010
He's A Real Momma's Boy
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Sunday, February 21, 2010
Flash Back
I was looking through old photos today and I had to share this one of Liam that was taken almost four years ago. I can hardly believe how much this little guy has grown up and how he makes my heart feel all soft and mushy.
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Wednesday, July 29, 2009
The Case Of The Cute Computer
Way back when the dinosaurs roamed the Earth back in 1984 my parents purchased an Apple Computer much like the one pictured above. My siblings and myself would spend countless hours drawing on mac paint. At that time street art or graffiti was the "hot" fad and my older brothers would spend hours and hours perfecting their skills.
Whereas Quinn (my just younger brother) and I would challenged each other at speed games, such as the maze or the puzzle.What, might you ask, has prompted this sudden nostalgia? I recently had a fellow classmate accuse me of owning a MacBook only because, "It was cute."
I was quite taken aback since I had never thought of a computer being capable of being "cute." In vain I tried to share with her my computer ownership history in hopes that she would understand my long affiliation with Mac and that my current ownership had nothing to do with its scale of "cuteness."Yet I struggled on in vain since all she had to say in response to my discourse was, "WOW, what a cute story!"
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Wednesday, May 27, 2009
The Hypnotic Whirring Of My Childhood
When I think back to my childhood one of the fondest memories I have is the hypnotic sound of my mothers Bosch mixer humming contently as it would whirl around ingredients that would magically be baked into wonders such as cinnamon rolls, whole wheat bread, or chocolate chip cookies. I remember sitting on the counter top watching in awe as the flour and sugar would swirl around and around in a whirlpool of colors and textures. I was mesmerized and intoxicated by the possibilities that this one machine could concoct.
At the age of twelve my mother inducted me into womanhood as she instructed me on baking. She began with teaching me how to bake cookies and allowed me to use her then well worn but ever trusty Bosch. It was like being handed the car keys and being allowed to take it for a test drive. I felt so honored, grown up and responsible. I remember well the feelings of pride as I turned on the Bosch and heard the humming of the engine working with its hypnotic drone.
I have often wished and dreamed since childhood that I could own a Bosch but since they are incredibly expensive I have never even dared hope that I would ever own one.


Its amazing that even after all these years the hypnotic purr of the Bosch makes me feel nostalgic and happy to be able to bake yummy goodies for my family. Now I watch my son sitting on the counter top wearing an apron mesmerized under the same spell that my mothers Bosch created for me. I wonder what memories he will have when he is grown and hears the comforting sound of an engine hypnotically purring as it mixes and folds ingredients that will be created into magical wonders such as cinnamon rolls, whole wheat bread or chocolate chip cookies.

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