It’s one of those days. Chilly and wet and lazy. When I was making my meal plan mid week, I checked the weather and knew it would be a good day for soup. Which one? I make a few tasty soups that would fit the bill. Then I remembered my aunt had asked me recently for grandma’s vegetable beef barley soup.
McK slept in a crib until we moved to our new house. She was almost two and a half when we spent our very first night here. She got to pick out everything for her new room. She chose a lovely yellow flowered bedspread that matched the white furniture perfectly.
She has the most beautiful hair. It’s long and blond and as thick as can be. It’s shiny and healthy. I am completely jealous. I wrote about it last year. You can read about it HERE.
Several nights a week I am down in the city at UIC for classes. Back in the summer, my father-in-law would come to stay with the kids and I would head down early to beat traffic. Upon arrival, I would have my car valeted at a local restaurant and sit on their patio with some classmates.
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
Karyn In The Kitchen 