Conner

I can’t imagine anyone else who I would want to take a long road trip with, or anyone else who I would still like at the end of it.

He is my best friend and the love of my life. And I think he’s hot.

Good Luck!

Tomorrow is the big day–the first of two.

Tomorrow Kullervo sits for the bar exam.  It’s been two years of dreaming about law school, three years of law school, three months of mad crazy studying, infinite flashcards, and now we’re finally here.  It’s the end of an era.

At the same time, he’s super worried, incredibly stressed, and needs a good night sleep and a a clear head tomorrow.

Conner, you’re in my thoughts and prayers.

Hopefully tonight I won’t dream about going over real property and torts flashcards with you.

If you have some good vibes, send them to Illinois!

Why He’s In Trouble Tonight

I was busy working, and totally not paying attention to whatever Conner was talking about.

All I caught in the sentence was, “You… are… ordinary…”

Yep, he’s in trouble. I think he might have been saying something totally different, but I wasn’t listening.

Oliver’s Tattoo

When Kullervo first got his tattoo done (of Odin and Sleipnir, his eight legged horse),

Oliver would tell us every day about his tattoos. He would pretend he had one on his nose, on his arms, all over his body. Usually he said that his tattoos were of some of his favorite TV characters (specifically, The Backyardigans). Once the newness of the tattoo had faded, though, he stopped talking about it.

The other night, he was painting after Hazel went to bed and got paint on his leg.

He told me that that was his tattoo. When I asked him what his tattoo was, he told me “Sleepsha and Sheepneer”. He was pretty proud of it.

Then, he got more paint on him:

These were also tattoos. One was “Ooks and his horse Sheeks”. The other remained nameless.

However, he did make me scrub them off before bed. So I think that he maybe isn’t ready for a real tattoo just yet.

The Peanut Butter ‘Zaster

Conner had a great idea. You know how when you buy natural peanut butter you have to stir it? And, inevitably, you don’t stir it enough, so by the time you get to the bottom of the peanut butter jar, the oil is all gone, so you just have hard, sticky peanut butter?

Conner decided to combat that problem. The kitchen was a mess, but the peanut butter stayed great… (you know, the part that wasn’t all over the kitchen…)

Conner’s sheepish face as I caught him in action:

The aftereffects:

Lesson learned: When using your mixer to mix up your peanut butter… put in on LOW!