Posts Tagged “2013 School Year”
Ranking right up there with “All Time Stupid Decisions” is the one to have our house remodeled to the point where we have to move out of it for 8-10 months immediately after having a baby. Pretty much the whole house had to be packed up and moved. It started a few years ago as…
Here he is – Tevye Stephen MacKay Pelfrey Born May 6 at 3:47 in the afternoon. Everybody is doing fine, which is the most important thing. The older kids are excited to have a new addition to the family. Saturday there seemed to be an hour and a half where “things were going to happen”…
A couple of great events happened over the last week, so let’s jump into it. First off, no, the baby hasn’t arrived, but here’s Laura at 9+ months, ready for the baby to arrive. Any time now. Last Saturday August had his Cub Scout pack’s pinewood derby. He came in 1st place for his den….
Settle in, it’s gonna be a long one. First up we have Saturday night. We go to the Easter Vigil mass, which begins late – about 8:30 or 9 depending on the date. This year it started at 9pm. It goes late, nearly to midnight, but it’s my favorite mass of the year. That’s not…
I’m in the kitchen working on dinner when Ciárán comes through on his way outside to play in the back yard. As he walks through the door he turns around and says, “What if every time you say ‘No way, José!’ some guy named José popped up and said ‘Oh, man!’” And with that he…
Spring is here, and you know what that means. Unpredictable weather. At least in Seattle. Sunday was nice so we went to the playground. August proceeded to get stuck going over an area of the play structure in a manner he shouldn’t have. Oh well. At least the other kids behaved themselves. …
What a year it has been. You’ve had a rough year of it. Turning 21 is supposed to be a milestone, a sort of arbitrary signalling of full adulthood. Boy did that not work out. Let’s not get too much into the whole “college” issue. Having to move out and find your own place as…
*WHACK* “Xavier is crying.” That may not be what she said but that’s what I heard. As I woke up (after being hit) I realized our youngest child was in our room and not doing so great. It was a little before 1am. Turns out he was scared. Of what I don’t even think he…
Saturday was my daughter’s first competition in Irish Step Dance – a competition known as a Feis (pronounced ‘fesh’). Here she is a little before her first event getting the feel for the stage with one of her classmates. . Her first event was a reel. Then it was on to a jig (and I’ll…