On our way to school, McK and I chit-chat about all sorts of things. Sometimes we talk about her friends or music. Sometimes we listen to my favorite podcast if the topic is appropriate. Sometimes we listen to her favorite podcast to hear a good story. Sometimes we play an epic game of I spy…
Days off are so very different than they used to be. I used to sleep in and lounge all day watching reruns of Law and Order: SVU. I would lunch with friends and drink well into the wee hours the night before. PJs all day and nap it out mid-afternoon.
Last year at this time, I shared a story about my 4 month baby. He would get up in the middle of the night wanting a bottle and snuggles. Although getting out of bed was tough, those snuggles were amazing. You can read all about that HERE.
Last night, the old familiar call rang out. My husband and I couldn’t NOT hear it. Continue reading
My Saturday begins as most do: the creak of her door followed by her plop plop plop footsteps into my room. She taps my shoulder to let me know she is there as if I could miss her unmistakable presence. I remind her to go potty then she climbs in for a morning snuggle before little man awakes. Daddy is asleep beside us as we choose a movie to start in bed before moving to the living room for yogurt and French toast. It’s how we do Saturdays now. It is really one of the few times we get to cuddle up together without distractions.
Hello there, old friend. It’s been a while since I spent time with you sharing my thoughts. I haven’t taken the time to visit since last March.
Is it because I have had nothing to say?
It’s been five years since the flood. This morning as I sit feeding my baby, listening to the noise machine, I can finally say I’m whole again. I am healed. Continue reading
I’ve written every day. For better or for worse, I have done it. It was both easier and harder than I expected. Some days words flowed out of me without delay. Other days, I grasped for something–anything–to write about.
As I fed George cereal for the first time this month, I was hit by something that hadn’t occurred to me until now. This was a last first time. Continue reading
Sometimes I crave adult interaction. After a week home with both kids, I’ve realized, yet again, I am not programmed to be a stay at home mom. I have two modes: go go go or couch potato. Continue reading
He said in passing a month or two ago, next time you go to the zoo, I wouldn’t mind tagging along.
Karyn In The Kitchen 