I love planes. Man, planes are so cool. They’re big, you sit in them, and they take you to places way faster than a car can. How cool is technology?
Mom and Dad are taking me to PA this weekend to see my family. I’m going to see Grammy and Pop Pop, Granny and Popsy, all my uncles (except Uncle David in Korea), and I hope to see the Gorski side. Poor Mom misses that side of the family. I think she really wants to see everyone. She said something the other day about how she hasn’t seen them in so long and misses spending Christmas up there, so I think this is really for her. The fact that she gets to show me off to these people is just a bonus.
Ha ha. Yeah, right, Mom. (more…)
In anticipation of Kelly’s first Mother’s Day (and hoping to avoid the traditional platitude-laden greeting card-type blog post that accompanies these sappy holidays), I had a conversation with my beautiful daughter this morning–a conversation that I’ve had with her whenever we’ve had a few minutes of “daddy-daughter time.” As she stared up at me with her magnificant exploding suns (her mother says she gets them from me) just oozing with consciousness and self-awareness, I asked her to encapsulate everything her mother represents to her. Between cascades of glistening drool and outbreaks of semi-productive coughs (little bugger has a cold), this is what she babbled to me. (more…)