Four years...

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My boys...a nine year old and a (gulp) THREE year old

We had the boys' party on Saturday. We had a wonderful time. Rhys was so excited. He kept saying, "Eight...no birthday, Seven...no birthday...Six...no birthday...NINE...BIRTHDAY!!"

I am so in love with these guys!!

Rhys is NINE!

Rhys is mature, sweet, funny, bossy and kind. He loves his little brother, fights incessantly with Waverly, plays well with Waverly, loves all things sports, Phillies and Eagles. He talks about Ethiopia and I find his stories fascinating. He worked as a sheep herder when he was four. He has seen more in nine short years than most ever will.
I am the only one who calls him Rhyssie. He is my big boy! I am proud to be his cool Mom!

Halloween 2008

How bout them Phils...

I don't claim to be the biggest sports fan in the world. Believe me. But if you grow up in Philadelphia, sports gets in the blood. It is at the heart of Thanksgivings, Sundays, morning coffees, late nights, work small talk. One thing ALL Philadelphians share is that we are joined by a common bond. We love sports. AND we are cursed.

Well, not anymore. They did it. The Philadelphia Phillies pulled it out and brought millions of Philadelphians to their feet. Call it luck, skill, fate, about time. They did it. We closed schools, bought t-shirts, hugged, cried, cheered, and joined together. Joined by a common bond. We are NOT cursed (at least not today).

(Check out AWESOME photos on this site: www.anerinooriginals.blogspot.com) He has tremendous talent.