This story is really several stories-the story of a brother and sister, the story of a husband and a wife and the story of a mom and her son. It is also a story of the good and evil that lurks in everyone. I like the way this book ended. It didn’t leave me wondering what happened. The author wrapped things up very nicely.
Archive for April 2008
The boys love Scooby Doo. They were watching it the other day when a Howard Stern commercial came on. Why would they put a Howard Stern commercial on in the middle of Scooby Doo? It didn’t have anything graphic or horrible and I am sure the boys didn’t even notice, but shouldn’t they be having commercials for Sugar Pops or the latest and greatest toy? Weird.
Here is a snippet from Liam’s violin concert today. They all did a GREAT job!
Liam nominated his Godfather as the kindest person in the metro. To nominate someone you have to draw a picture of them and write a sentence or two about why they are special to you. Liam wrote, “John is my Godfather. He was in the war.” John is in the Army Reserve and got back from Iraq last fall after being there for over a year. Liam LOVES his Godfather and I think Liam is pretty impressed by John’s Army uniform, too. Anyways, they had a special assembly at Liam’s school for all of the nominees. It was great that John could take an afternoon off of work and come to Liam’s school. Liam was thrilled!
Well, I know what Colm would do…he would eat his own vomit. Yep, you read that right. Let me explain. Colm had not gotten a chance to ride in Sean’s new car and he WANTED to-badly! So, tonight during dinner Colm decided he wasn’t going to eat his chicken or his corn or his mashed potatoes and gravy. So, Sean said we could go get custard after dinner if Colm ate his dinner. No deal. Sean then threw in that we would take his new car to get the custard-Colm was ready to eat! So, he started with the chicken which I liberally doused in ketchup. He ate the first bite no problem. He ate the second bite and began to gag uncontrollably until he threw up in his plate. I was laughing so hard (but trying my best to hide it). I told him it was okay to stop, but he was determined to ride in Sean’s car. I guess he was afraid he wasn’t going to win the grand prize if he gave up so he continued to eat. (It reminded me of a weird eating competition on Survivor.) It was gross, but I couldn’t really see too much through the tears. Then I talked him into some corn, but he would only eat the pieces that weren’t “broken”. That was our night at the dinner table.