I am writing for the Two Reading Teachers March Writing Challenge.
On Mondays, McK gets to spend the day with her Dada. He works four ten hour days in a row so that he has Monday off with our little one. He works hard so he can play hard. We consider it a gift that he can do this.
I don’t want to brag, but my grandma made the best pancakes. How did she make those silver dollar yummies? They were crispy along the edges and soft in the middle. Teeny tiny little pancakes made for teeny tiny hands. And on a Sunday, you could find piles of them waiting for you in the microwave. Everyone knew they were there and we all helped ourselves. Continue reading
I’m writing for the Two Writing Teachers March Challenge
It’s been a long day to day the least. Being awoken way too early by a not feeling well husband only to find I was the one who couldn’t fall back to sleep is not the best start. I quietly waited for McK to stir but she decided today was the day she would sleep in. We missed her weekly tumbling class but her BFF wasn’t able to go anyway. Phew. No need to feel guilty.
So, I haven’t done a Memory Monday in a very long time. I haven’t actually blogged in a long time. I guess being pregnant keeps you just a busy as the actual baby. What have I been doing? Nesting. Nesting at work and nesting at home. My classroom is officially set up for my maternity leave. Lessons are planned, worksheets are copied, IEPs are written. Very little left to do and if it didn’t all get done…no one would know but me. Nesting at home…eh. Laundry is done. We had two BEAUTIFUL showers hosted by our families. So many generous gifts…so much to organize.
Probably not a big shocker to most, but I am pregnant. I’m about 26 weeks along on this new adventure. I have been blessed. I feel great. I haven’t had the dreaded morning sickness or complete exhaustion. It’s been a rather uneventful pregnancy so far. This must be a gift from my mom for sure.
It’s been along time since I wrote for Memory Monday. Of course, being Tuesday, I am still a bit late.
There are just those things I find most comforting. I’m sure it is the same for everyone. Some of my favorites include
Cooper and Zoë on the way to get haircuts!!My mom would have found today both infuriating and funny. Today, Cooper and Zoë were taken to the groomer for their grooming appointment. Nothing gets those two happier than the word HAIRCUT…except maybe w-a-l-k. I’m even afraid to type that one for fear they can read. They will mow me over for a chance to go out on their leashes. And the car?! Forget about it. Those two would love nothing more than a long road trip with the windows down!!
Mom’s Birthday 2009 Wildfire: Oakbrook, ILBirthdays PM (post mom) pretty much suck. I had my 37th birthday a mere 3 weeks after my mom died. I wasn’t exactly in a celebratory mood. I remember my dad asking me if I wanted to go out to dinner. I told him that I just wanted to make dinner like a regular Thursday and forget the day had some sort of significance. Honestly, with exception of my wedding, honeymoon, and very few other joyous events, I would have liked to have forgotten that my 36th year even existed. I wanted a redo.
The first time I loved a boy–I mean really, REALLY loved a boy so much that just a few days apart made my heart hurt, I was about 24 years old. Along came this guy with an adorable smile and the eyes of an old soul. He was wise beyond his years with fantastic taste in music right from the get-go. I was smitten. I told him as often as I could that I loved him more than all the stars in the sky. You would think that would push a guy away…but not this fella. He would say it back with conviction always accompanied with a big hug.
Yesterday was Mother’s Day. I thought that the day would see me curled up in a ball unable to speak or see through my tears. I was wrong. I was overjoyed at seeing all people at the 15th Annual Beverly Breast Cancer Walk in support of those surviving, battling, or taken by breast cancer. We had never walked as a family before. The day my mom had her second surgery, my brother mentioned that maybe we should walk this year. Then, just two weeks ago, my dad brought it up again. We got working to put together a team and logo. Yesterday, in a sea of pink, 19 crisp white t-shirts with a beautiful butterfly and the words FIGHT STRONG stood out from the rest. Those were the people walking in honor, memory, and celebration of my mom, Debra McKenna…Grandma to some, GramCrackers to a special little one. My mom’s familiar signature saying Love, Mom took my breath away when I first saw it. I just felt her with me.
Karyn In The Kitchen 