New Blog

Thu, 29 Jul 2010 08:45:23 -0500

Hi to Tommy's fans. This is his mum. I read something in a book yesterday that confimred my wariness of having this site public. I've been wanting to make it private for some time, but the site we built 3 years ago doesn't have that technology. Anyhoodles, I am going to take the site down soon and will have it invite only, so please write to me if you want to be "invited" onto the private blog.

The Po-leece

Mon, 26 Jul 2010 09:36:29 -0500

This is the car that your little brother, Joseph, called this morning. He had taken the phone from you and then figured out 911 all by his little self. It's a good thing he wasn't screaming like he does in the background or it might have been a little more difficult to explain to the officer that it was an innocent childhood goof. Ah, Tommy, so much to be grateful for. You are in school now.

Sat, 24 Jul 2010 20:43:03 -0500

These are just a few of the many fine young Boy Scouts we met at Mt. Vernon today. They are here for the annual jamboree (100th Anniversary). These boys are from Cape Cod. The one in the middle is name Sean. He is 14 and already an Eagle Scout. The man on the left helped get Scott Brown elected. We met them in line to get into the mansion, you see. A family of 4 from Austin, TX and Auntie Angie and I were sandwiched in between two very large groups of scouts. The one in the front with sunglasses invited us to come up, but I think he thought that we were with the pretty teenager who was in the sandwich with us. See how naive you get when you're an old lady! They were really neat young men, though, and it made me hopeful of the future. I hope you'll want to be a Boy Scout one day too, my little prince, but it's OK if you dun't.

Rhythm 'n all

Wed, 21 Jul 2010 22:08:53 -0500

I don't have a picture of it, 'cos it would have spoilt the whole thing, but you and your Auntie Angie boogied tonight. She had the gee-tar. On your own, you picked up your tamborine and played along with her with perfect rhythm. It sounded GREAT from upstairs where Joey and I were getting ready for bed. Very cool.

Hangin' out with Auntie

Mon, 19 Jul 2010 15:11:51 -0500

Joey eatin' toes with Auntie.

Joey crackin' himself up.

You, your guitar, and your fun Auntie Angela

Sun, 18 Jul 2010 20:37:00 -0500

Feeling the music with Auntie A.

ummmmmmmm ummmmmm good vibes.

Content with music:-)

Blue Eyes x2

Sun, 18 Jul 2010 20:35:01 -0500

I think that Joey's Godmother might really be his mother. Look at their eyes, Tommy! This is after Mass at the National Shrine where Auntie had never been ever.

Buds

Stooby Ruby

Wed, 14 Jul 2010 23:07:38 -0500

Yahooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Godfather 'n Godson

Wed, 14 Jul 2010 22:27:56 -0500

Brother Joey discovered his godfathah this week. This is him looking up to him. He would scream and scream when U. Evan was, say, in the next room reading a book, eating breakfast, taking a potty break and not paying attention to him. And then he would laugh and laugh when he had his full attention. I'm not sure if it's good or bad, but he was fast asleep when we dropped him off at Union Station to say bye. When he woke up, he cried a little when he realized who was gone:'-(. You were at school.

My Little Prince

Sun, 11 Jul 2010 15:10:10 -0500

Sir Thomas, it was this very Sunday one year ago that we had to rush you to the hospital and you had to go through all that trauma. It seems like yesterday, but to look at you now, you'd never know that that'd happened to youz. Well, except when someone lies you down to take blood or clean your nose or give you medicine.

Independence Day 2010

Sun, 04 Jul 2010 20:16:47 -0500

Here you are getting out on the 4th of July. Joey's still in shock, as it is quite a bit hotter outside than it was in the garage. For you, rubbing your eyes is a mere comforting mechanism.

We passed Mr. George's friends along the way. They said, "George is l-a-t-e late!" when we asked for him.

This is you, my little prince, waving at your favorite thing in the whole world--the camera. No, I know, I know, you're not waving at me--hehehe.

Did I mention that you have a certain infatuation with the camera that makes it difficult for me to take pictures of you from a good distance and also of other stimuli?

And here we have Joey flirting with the pretty lady who was first flirting with him.

Pretty cool how Joey can handle a drink that's half his size, eh! It was really hot today. The weather here has been lovely all spring and summer with few bugs and relatively low humidity. Hot indeed but your old lady's muscles feel a little better in the heat! Maybe I'll be able to be a good mommy for you if this keeps up!

This is the tiny fair in our town. People were beginning to get their blankets out for fireworks when we got there about 530. You and Joey don't much like them, so we are going to watch them from your bedroom. Last month, you guys were afraid of 'em. We'll see what happens tonight!

This is you enjoying a swing. Joey was too scared to go. But not you; you love it!

And here you are in the shade.

I never get tired of looking at you.

19

Thu, 01 Jul 2010 22:38:47 -0500

Your little blue-eyed brother is 19 months as of this afternoon.

Oh, no!

Sat, 26 Jun 2010 23:37:50 -0500

Joey and Stella are good friends.

They like each other a lot!

Joey's already discerning his vocation! Stel-laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Happy Birthday, Tommy!

Thu, 24 Jun 2010 20:14:06 -0500

It was three years ago today that you were born again into your Christian family, so Happy Birthday (again)! And Daddy is on vacation and you started "home school" with your teacher, Miss Neecie. You love Miss Neecie and you both did really well together!

3-yr

Wed, 23 Jun 2010 23:18:21 -0500

Tommy, you saw doc for 3-yr tonight. He said you're in the 60% percentile for height and the 20% for weight (that is up 5% from your 30-month visit)! You are putting on weight--yahoooooooooo! You've had a ravenous, I mean ravenous, thirst of late so the doc also check you for diabetes and you came out healthy as a horse. We loved hearing good news, eh!