2011 year of the rabbit

You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream. —C.S. Lewis

Gung Hay Fat Choy.  My son, born in the Year of the Snake, hanging out with his bunnies.

ANOTHER "HOME"

Hello there,

Thought I'd let you know I have another blog home.  I will stay here, and will invite everyone to come visit me at {excerpts}.

In the meantime, here's a portrait (of me) my son illustrated over the long weekend.

Have a great week, and enjoy the preparation for Christmas.

Just One of Those Days in the Life of MY BOY | Trip to the Haircutter

I want to grow my hair! Just like Lincecum (Giants' pitcher).

That was his most recent excuse for dodging the haircutter.  He absolutely abhors this quarterly trip.

But his hair grows nappy due to chlorine from swimming.  Does he care?  Of course not.Almost always, it's such a grueling experience. For ALL of us. {Just look at how miserable he gets!}Poor May.  She's been putting up with him since forever.  She's been cutting our hair even before we had kids.But he always looks so handsome after every trip, I dare say.We survived the last trip.  He actually didn't give her a hard time.  He was a bit moody in the beginning but kept his cool for the rest of the time.

These photos where taken when he was 4.  He doesn't wail like that anymore.  Thankfully!

Of all the things you wear, your expression is the most important. ~Janet Lane

RED 1: OUCH!

Heal the wound but leave the scar
A reminder of how merciful YOU are.

Trip to the ER for a hairline fracture on his shoulder @ 2

Fingers ran over by ice skates! @ 8

Zapped! @ 7

Fell into a ditch full of spikes @ 3! (Don't ask me how.  I wasn't there!)

Slipped on steps going up a slide at a pool in Boracay! @ 5

There are more casualties having a boy around.  But life wouldn't be as exciting without one.  Wish I had 2 =.)