family
Today my mom, who's been staying with us for 2 weeks, went home. Sigh.Tap tap tap.Sigh.I can't express how different things are when Nana's here. It isn't just the lack of privacy, champagne stoppers in the wrong drawer, good
birthday
crazy
K is five now so her concerns have become more adult, more real, more life experience related. With kindergarten coming at her in a scant 6 months she's turned her mind to math and educational devices. What kind of educational devices you may wonder? Workbooks? Calculators? Flash cards?
birthday
5 years ago you came into my life and since the very moment I saw your tiny wriggling fingers and toes I knew what I was meant to be. Your mama.5 years ago today I held 5 pounds of tiny unyielding miracle in my arms and since that moment
birth story
Disclaimer... Mr Kaos suggested because some of the content in this post is Kaotic upsetting and gross you may not want to read this. It is an edited version of the story of K's birth It was late on a Tuesday night as Mike & I lay nestled
friends
The day will come, and I can see it off in the not so distant future, that I will no longer be K's best friend ever in the whole wide. She won't come to me with every little thing. She won't crawl into my
family
Today I am mama Kaos with the sick baby. Yes she is very nearly 5 years old but if you have a kid (or a spouse) I am sure you know that when they are sick they are your baby (or a baby) all over again. As I am writing
babble
I am certifiably no fun. Not fun at all. I do nothing exciting or entertaining. Never have. Ever. I am very very boring... What? K didn't tell you? Well now you know. I suck.Don't get me wrong, my sources (okay source, K) tells me I
30
March 7th5:30 pm: Mr Kaos gets home and whisks K away for a whirlwind of shopping that I am clueless about6:00 pm: My friend T arrives... I am already on the front porch before she is out of her car... we wander the neighborhood a little... I'
dyslexia
Today I would like to cover updates on 3 former posts : turning 30... day 1 of 40... what's he building in there... mirror mirror... before I get into that I want to give you a little insight. I don't like quirky things. Quirky people yes... quirky
dyslexia
this is a blog I was hoping I wouldn't have to write... one that I am in no way joyous about... still there is a sliver of super happy light in these dark clouds... you know... the clouds that are probably just fine and fluffy that I could
k
life really seems to jump down your throat when you aren't expecting it. I've had years to come to grips with what will happen in the coming months and yet this morning I sit marveling at all that has come in time. Good stuff mind you.