April 2009

Conal tends to be really loud at the library. He loves going there so he gets a little excited and ends up screeching. Not exactly what the patrons want to hear.

The last time we went to the library, I stopped him before we walked in and explained that he needs to be quiet in the library and that if he has to talk, he should whisper. I told him that if he got too loud, I would tell him to quiet down by saying, “Shhh” and tapping my finger to my lips. I demonstrated and Conal repeated it and off we went.

He really took to the “Shhh.”

He shushed the ladies at the circulation desk, the woman at the reference desk and the guy who was just minding his own business, reading a magazine by the periodicals. He shushed pretty much everyone he saw. And he did it as loudly as he could. While attempting to run away from me.

But he didn’t screech. So, I’m counting this one as a win.


The same day that Conal was busy multitasking, he was also busy being a bit of a hambone.

We had the Yankees game on, which meant that Conal had to have his Yankees hat on and he had to have his t-ball set, so he could emulate (already, at this young age) the Yankees batters.

And, he thought that sliding into the “base” was just about the funniest thing going.


Well, that and saying “Uh-oh!”

It’s his new thing. He slides into a “base” and says, “Uh-oh!” He drops some food, “Uh-oh!” It’s basically all “Uh-oh!” all the time around here.

He’s just a hambone. Hamming it up.



Talking on the phone, vacuuming*, smiling. This little guy can juggle it all.

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*Thanks to Janis for the vacuum, which Conal just loves!

So Conal was all decked out for Easter dinner. But I, uh, never posted the evidence. Until now! Today! Yes, the evidence:



I know what you’re thinking: That’s one sharp dresser. And you are correct. He has a little help but, yes. Sharp. Very sharp.

Uncle Andrew helped Owen pick up Conal’s play set on Saturday. When they finished unloading it, Conal was quick to show Uncle Andrew his mad skills:


Yes, that’s an actual golf club and, yes, he’s hitting the ball. I’ll say it again: Stand back, Tiger. Stand back.

Conal has become a copycat.

Maddie was here this morning and whatever she did, Conal had to do, too.

If Maddie went in the ball pit, Conal had to go in the ball pit. If Maddie asked for Cheerios, Conal asked for Cheerios. If Maddie picked up a golf club, Conal picked up a golf club. If Maddie asked for her blanket, Conal asked for his blanket. If Maddie sat down, Conal had to sit down. If Maddie started up the stairs, Conal followed.

You get the picture.

He was very cute doing it, too. He would watch Maddie do whatever she was doing, and then he’d make the decision to do it, too. It was almost as if I could see a “Yes, that seems like a very good idea!” look pass over his face.

Copycat Conal.

Why bother with cereal when you have goldfish crackers? I mean, really . . .


For the record, yes, he did eat it. With his hands. Because we’re all about messes around here.