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You may notice something different about the blog. Something odd. Something like all of the pictures not showing up. This is because Blogger has disabled FTP completely and all of the users like myself that have been using FTP to upload their blog posts have to switch to a new method. There are several work arounds and the one that we've tried isn't currently successful because my site host won't let us change the CNAME to something with a trailing dot. Ok, so really I have no idea what I'm talking about because after reading all of the work around instructions on the blogger, "What to do if you are an FTP user" my eyes glazed over and I became preoccupied about wiping the drool from my chin. Please bear with me as I try to figure out this mess. I may end up just changing hosts and moving over to Wordpress which I've been meaning to do for the past 4 years but haven't gotten around to.
Maybe this will push in me in the right (write) direction and I'll just overhaul the damn thing completely. Like a phoenix from the flames.

Testing, Testing, 1,2,3...

Testing the new Custom Domain.

Dear Connor - 5 Years, 6 Months

Dear Connor,
I'm running so far behind in my posts that I actually feel guilty for not writing your letter. But I've been busy. Making gluten free pizza crusts and little scraps of cake so you don't feel left out in school. Washing the clothes and just being Mommy. It takes a little bit of time. The good news is that we are trying out wheat again. It's been 3 and a half months and while we've seen some positive improvements there hasn't been anything so dramatic that we couldn't chalk it up to maturity. Today we went to see Nana and you had a Nutty Bar and from there we treked to Grammie's where you enjoyed a bowl of goldfish crackers. Hamburgers for dinner on a real whole wheat bun. And you had no reaction at all. Can't blame a Mommy for trying I guess. We'll just keep on keeping on with the wheat and see what happens. You'll be thrilled to have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch tomorrow.

We got you into a charter school for Kindergarten and we are thrilled. The local school that our neighborhood feeds into wasn't bad, but this school is even better. You'll have to wear a uniform, (which I like) and the school day is an extra hour so you can learn foreign languages and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't concerned about how hard it's going to be for you. Usually you start to unravel around 3pm which is about the time that you'll be finishing up your last class. I'm doing everything I can to help you adjust, including putting you in school five days a week right now. I know you have the whole Summer to unadjust, but at least it gives you a little bit of a edge.

Over the past two months, you've ridden a pony, learned to do a solid front roll, made some recipes of your very own in the kitchen and learned to read. You actually already had a ton of site words and when I showed you how to sound out the word cat, you were off like a rocket. From there you were sounding out everything. I couldn't believe how fast you picked it all up. I know when you learn to read without any help at all, it's going to be the best thing ever for you. Today you went running outside to play with a book in your hand, because you wanted to show the neighborhood kids the story of The Dark, Dark Room. um. I don't think they were as into it as you were. You climbed a rock wall at the zoo, discovering your apprehension for heights and actually hit a baseball. I'll save your obsession with snakes for the next entry.
I love you,
Mama

Magic

It’s mid afternoon and Tristan is in the bathroom. I am questioning Connor about what type of object he just put into his stuffed dogs mouth, and he’s explaining it was medicine. Then I am questioning where the medicine came from and how he got it. (Turns out it was half a piece of chalk)

I hear the water running in the bathroom and see Tristan come racing out of the bathroom and back in again, half naked and holding the step stool. The water is still running. He throws the stool on the floor and hops on it, as I come in and say, ”I’m not sure what Tristan is doing in here, but it’s no.” Tristan ignores me completely and whispers, “look at dat water”.
I look at the running facet and there is an air bubble in the spout. Instead of coming out in a single trickle, it’s coming out in two symmetrical trickles instead of one. I have to admit, it does look pretty cool. I look at it for a minute and then turn it off and then try to turn it back on again to see if I can repeat the trick for Tristan who is still intently watching. I said to Tristan,” How did you make it do that, baby?” And he whispers, “magic.” And walks out of the bathroom.

Fishing for compliments

Me: Good Job, BUDDY!

C: Ok I’m going to go and put this trash in the trash can and then we can talk some more about what a good job I did.