Rose are red.
Violets are blue.
SOL Day 10: again
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SOL Day 9: Floyd and Edgar
My grandfather had this giant motorhome he would park right in his driveway. This thing was legit seeming like it was a hundred feet long! It slept quite a few of us when we all trekked to Florida one year. All told, there were 4 adults and about 6 kids ranging in age from one to about fifteen, I think. This motorhome had a name…Edgar.
SOL Day 8: y oh y
There was this teacher long ago. She took an interest in me when I felt like I was invisible in a sea of a half dozen other McKenna kids. Yes. We were THAT Irish Catholic family.
SOL Day Day 7: old
I’ve always been mistaken for being younger than I am. People are surprised when they hear that my age is Continue reading
SOL Day 6: playing beauty shop
McKenna has opinions. All kinds of opinions.
Foods she eats.
Movies she does not like.
Sweaters she will wear and more often not wear.
Shoes she loves.
SOL Day 5: 😴😵
Being a mom is HARD. I just want some uninterrupted sleep. Is that too much to ask? It must be since I’m slicing about this twice in just 5 days.
SOL Day 4: germ factory
I hear the cough from my own bed. How can someone so small cough so much? It’s been nicknamed by some of the PTAÂ moms the Continue reading
SOL Day 3: nighttime snuggles
I hear the call loud and clear. I lie there quietly hoping my husband hears it louder and clearer, knowing perfectly well it’s my turn to answer. Who am I kidding? Continue reading
SOL Day 2: Happy Friday to Me
I’m not sure how it started exactly. I was a million months pregnant and had a screaming toddler in the car. I gave in. We cruised through the Continue reading
year FOUR
Today marks FOUR years from THE FLOOD. It marks the day that our nightmare was to be finished and we were to be made whole again. And although some may be aware that we finally sold the flooded property to the government to be forever green space, the nightmare is not over for so many of our neighbors. By law, today is THE DAY that our homes were supposed to be flood code compliant. That meant that it was to be bulldozed, lifted onto stilts, or moved to higher ground. Many of our neighbors and friends are still waiting for the help that was promised and has been very late to arrive.
Karyn In The Kitchen 