Watson comes to visit us once again.....

I recently read a blog about a Christmas elf. We too have a Christmas elf, his name is Watson. Watson also brought his personal reindeer "Randy" with him. Watson comes once a year on Thanksgiving day to spread fun and mischief through out our home. I often find myself scrambling to place Watson in silly places when Andrew is not paying attention. I have to say I have been busy. I like the challenge... my husband thinks he's too old (Andrew is 6, soon to be 7). I like to take things day by day... when Andrew is too big, I'll stop. Right now, seeing his face light up when he notices Watson's absence... and his giggles looking for him, makes me glow inside. I treasure every day w/ him and hold tight to little memories. Andrew is my only child, and my last child (I am unable to have more), so every little moment is one that I cherish. I have to thank a former boss of mine, Terri E., for the elf idea. It has been such a joy to me and Andrew both.... and I have to admit, my husband every so often... does crack up watching me run all over trying to find new and wondrous places to put him. So, let me introduce you to Watson and Randy. = )





I am thankful for him and every moment that I have with him. I am thankful for my family and our home.

1 Year ago.....

A year ago tomorrow - November 21st, I lost my dear Grandpa O'Brien. I cannot believe it has been a year since he has passed. I think about him daily and miss him dearly. I remember when I was little and he'd come poke me with what we grandkids called, "The iron finger". He'd walk up and jab us in the ribs and make a loud "Bzzzzzssst" noise when he did it. It never really tickled.... it was the jolt that got us most and sent us into giggles. I remember he always had a pretty flower garden, a freshly mowed lawn, and a never ending supply of prune juice in the fridge. I loved that stuff.... I always wanted it, not clearly understanding the outcome of the juice.... I remember Christmas's' at his house. It was where we gathered every year as a family. Sitting at the same big table w/ all my aunts and uncles and cousins. He had all sorts of neat clocks amazed me as to how they worked (I don't know where he got them but they released a marble every half hour.... and... well it was just too cool to me!). He had an old timey car that had a "rumble seat" in the back. We rode in parades in it. He drove that car everywhere. My grandfather was a very tall man, well over 6 feet. He looked like a giant in that car. = ) My grandmother died when I was a baby and my grandpa never remarried. He kept up his house.... worked on his computer and visited all his kids. He was always busy and always up to something. He seemed so vibrant on his 85th birthday. I went to Buffalo NY to see him and he got to meet his great grandson, Kevin Andrew (he was 6 months old then). My grandpa died in his sleep of old age. He was peaceful and he didn't suffer. I'll miss him always. I know he's in a better place. I love you grandpa O'Brien. = )

Getting Started......

I am new to this Blog... so I am going to try my best to figure it out... I may need a little help though. I sat here last night for almost 2 hours looking at other people and their pages. I was truely inspired.... now I have to figure out how to make mine look pretty. I am normally good at these types of things.... so we'll see.

I Have a son who is six (soon to be 7 December 13th), and I have to say he has little patience like his father. When he saw me sitting here, he sighed and asked me how long my "v mail" would take... Sometimes I like to giggle to myself and not correct him when he makes those cute little mistakes. I know soon enough I won't be hearing them as often and I will miss them. I took a photo of him asleep last night in our living room. He looked so big to me. I remembered him, the first day we had him home after he was born..... and he was sleeping in our bed. I thought to myself how small he looked. So small and sweet... I wanted that moment to last forever. And here we are 6 and a half years later. He's my life... he's my "Little man". I like to write down sometimes... the little comments he makes. One day, he let a balloon go and it slowly floated up towards the clouds. He looked at me and said that God takes all those balloons and he keeps them to hand out to his angels. And on cloudy days.... he tells me that God bounces on the clouds, like on a trampoline. I have to smile at such sweet and innocent thoughts. :)




I guess I better go... I was just told, "Bremember mommy.... You said your v mail would only take a minute. It's been thirteen hundred thousand minutes now...".

Terry