tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15437924189428133462012-02-16T07:26:27.226-08:00Connor was feeling left out without his own blog, so here it is! This young man is one of the funniest guys around, so be ready to laugh hard.Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15163449866507673974noreply@blogger.comBlogger151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543792418942813346.post-72460530183825519972009-02-03T08:39:00.000-08:002009-02-03T08:43:55.061-08:00Trinity: "We are supposed to love God first and others second."<br /><br />Connor: "Well, I love...1. God, then 2. Jesus, 3. mom, 4. cinnamon rolls, and 5. dad.<br /><br />Trinity: "You love cinnamon rolls more than dad??"<br /><br />Connor: "Yeah" (with that "duh" intonation)<br /><br /><br />-----<br /><br />Connor:<br /><br />I wish I could marry Fiona. She is just <span style="font-style:italic;">such</span> a <span style="font-style:italic;">beautiful</span> girl.<br /><br />But that's against the law.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543792418942813346-7246053018382551997?l=connorsage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15163449866507673974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543792418942813346.post-86256486648428240262008-09-03T08:46:00.001-07:002008-09-03T08:46:42.086-07:00A: Connor, go inside - it's time to eat!<br />C: Does it involve jam?<br /><br />A: Connor, go upstairs and put on a t-shirt, please.<br />C: Why can't I just wear... nakedness?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543792418942813346-8625648664842824026?l=connorsage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15163449866507673974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543792418942813346.post-43588857011947292602008-08-04T21:08:00.000-07:002008-08-04T21:19:13.331-07:00My cousin, while babysitting our kids, was trying to talk to Connor about their house rule of putting things away after playing with them. It didn't seem to be going over for some reason, so she asked, "Don't you have any rules in your house?" Connor, in all seriousness: "No, we don't have any rules at home."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543792418942813346-4358885701194729260?l=connorsage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15163449866507673974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543792418942813346.post-43645093131553391392008-08-03T09:53:00.000-07:002008-08-03T09:58:05.465-07:00Connor: Mom, you know when there's thunder? That's God bowling. It's when the pins get knocked down. And the lightening? That's when God gets a strike. Get it? The lightening <span style="font-weight:bold;">strikes</span> when God gets a <span style="font-weight:bold;">strike</span>!<br /><br />Mom: That's funny, Connor!<br /><br />[pause]<br /><br />Connor: It's not funny mom. It's for real.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543792418942813346-4364509313155339139?l=connorsage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15163449866507673974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543792418942813346.post-6266161553471310912008-07-13T16:05:00.000-07:002008-08-04T21:29:50.088-07:00Connor: <span style="font-style:italic;">Mom, I am never going out in the heat again! Why can't they move PSP</span> [PUMP Summer Program] <span style="font-style:italic;">to another time? It could be in the spring; then it could still be PSP. I'm serious!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543792418942813346-626616155347131091?l=connorsage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15163449866507673974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543792418942813346.post-76229859673172738822008-06-29T13:03:00.000-07:002008-06-29T13:05:55.825-07:00Connor: Mom, who's the President right now?<br /><br />Mom: Trinity, do you know?<br /><br />Trinity: George Bush<br /><br />Mom: But in November we'll elect a new president.<br /><br />Connor: OH GOOD! Then Obama will be our president! Is he the president of Oregon or the United States?...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543792418942813346-7622985967317273882?l=connorsage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15163449866507673974noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543792418942813346.post-28599517722962824642008-04-26T15:56:00.000-07:002008-04-28T12:06:02.443-07:00Mom to Trinity: <span style="font-style:italic;">Don't you think about kissing a boy until you're...16.</span> Connor interrupts: <span style="font-style:italic;">Mom, say 60! Say 60!</span><br /><br />Connor to friends while they are playing superheroes: <span style="font-style:italic;">I thought of a new person: Florida Jones!</span><br /><br />Mom to kids: <span style="font-style:italic;">Today is Earth Day - what should we do to celebrate?</span> Connor: <span style="font-style:italic;">Buy me a train!!</span> Hmmm...not sure that will help our carbon footprints, son.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543792418942813346-2859951772296282464?l=connorsage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15163449866507673974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543792418942813346.post-37113790756973268482007-11-24T13:49:00.000-08:002007-11-24T13:59:42.805-08:00I beat the game today. I destroyed the RobotClup3000, and got my highest score ever!<br /><br /><img src="http://allanwhite.net/images/uploads/wubbzy_hi-score.jpg" width="597" height="336" alt=""/><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543792418942813346-3711379075697326848?l=connorsage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15163449866507673974noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543792418942813346.post-24157958103410688292007-10-14T20:13:00.000-07:002007-10-14T20:16:29.359-07:00Connor reporting on Fiona's tragic fall down the stairs: <span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">She went all the way down the stairs like a ball! But she didn't bounce!</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543792418942813346-2415795810341068829?l=connorsage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15163449866507673974noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543792418942813346.post-83477093161857598632007-09-19T22:57:00.000-07:002007-09-19T23:00:08.051-07:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">I'm a train guy, mom - I'm not a chore guy!<span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span><br /><br />...in response to my new proposal for a kids' chore chart. Now he's all over it, though. At the end of the week he will get a dime for each star. With his saved money he can then go buy any trains he wants and can stop asking/telling me daily that it is time we go buy another train!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543792418942813346-8347709316185759863?l=connorsage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15163449866507673974noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543792418942813346.post-45342230444810855132007-09-05T19:44:00.000-07:002007-09-05T21:18:55.431-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://allanwhite.net/images/uploads/connors_first_pre-k.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left ;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://allanwhite.net/images/uploads/connors_first_pre-k.jpg" border="0" alt="first day!" /></a> Connor didn't want to pose for his <span style="font-style:italic;">First Day of School</span> picture, but you can see that he was quite a handsome man to behold today. <br /><br />His first day report sounds good...<br /><br />I worked in these centers: <span style="font-style:italic;">Blocks, Reading, Writing</span><br /><br />At snack time, we ate: <span style="font-style:italic;">Frosted sugar cookie & a juice box</span><br /><br />We learned that <span style="font-style:italic;">God loves me & takes care of me.</span><br /><br />At lunch <span style="font-style:italic;">I was excited to have a banana - my favorite fruit!</span><br /><br />My teacher also said: <span style="font-style:italic;">I had a good day. I love to read! :-)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543792418942813346-4534223044481085513?l=connorsage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15163449866507673974noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543792418942813346.post-9316131326655313812007-09-02T13:50:00.000-07:002007-09-02T13:59:27.367-07:00I love all the trains on the island of Sodor. I love Rock Hopper. I love Cranky. He's not a train; he's a crane. I love Murdoch. Thomas is #1. Edward is #2. Henry is #3. Gordon is #4. James is #5. Percy is #6. Toby is #7. I don't know who has #8. Douglas is #9. Donald is #10. I love Rosie; she's a light purple train. I love Rocky, Fearless Freddy, Scarloey, and Rheneas.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543792418942813346-931613132665531381?l=connorsage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15163449866507673974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543792418942813346.post-56052248981756537532007-08-22T17:38:00.000-07:002007-08-22T17:41:06.685-07:00<span style="font-style:italic;">My noggin sometimes goes out of control and that's why I make bad decisions!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543792418942813346-5605224898175653753?l=connorsage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15163449866507673974noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543792418942813346.post-17112275312174987472007-08-08T23:15:00.000-07:002007-08-08T23:17:31.537-07:00<span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Mom, has God ever dropped the earth?</span></span> <br /><br />[Allan later concluded that this question likely stems from the song, "He's Got the Whole World in His Hands"]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543792418942813346-1711227531217498747?l=connorsage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15163449866507673974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543792418942813346.post-13787060817377484402007-08-07T18:25:00.000-07:002007-08-14T08:38:28.153-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://artfiles.art.com/images/-/Thomas-The-Train-Pre-made-Frame-I12034793.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://artfiles.art.com/images/-/Thomas-The-Train-Pre-made-Frame-I12034793.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />I love my trains. I love Neville, Skarloey, Percy, Bill & Ben, Lady, Mavis, Edward, Culdee, Mighty Mac, Arthur, Alfie, and of course, Thomas! I like playing with them. I love touching them. I love seeing them. I want to talk to Thomas; I would tell him that I love him. My favorite thing is to dream about Thomas. I forgot some of the trains I love: Rusty, Henry, Gordon, Diesel 10, Diesel, Lady, Iron 'Arry, Iron Bert, Toby, Salty, Henrietta, Bill & Ben, Donald & Douglas.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543792418942813346-1378706081737748440?l=connorsage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15163449866507673974noreply@blogger.com0