family
It's strange to me sometimes as the parent of an only child, to watch K's interactions with me, her father, her friends, my friends, the world. I was never an only child. On the day I was born my brother was nearly three and quite happy
babble
Two days before I left on my trip to Austin my mother flew in from the Midwest. She came for two reasons, both greatly appreciated. My trip was very close to my daughters birthday, for which my mom comes into town each year anyway. But the timing, the early arrival
family
Eight years ago my life changed in the most amazing way. I met the most remarkable person. Someone who will be tied to my heart, my life, my existence for all time. It was eight years ago today that my beautiful daughter K was born. When I held her in
babble
After a week on the road, and I use the term "on the road" very loosely, I'm reminded of a few things that make being home truly special. Though I had a fantastic trip to Austin, the joy of it was more about experiences, opportunities and
babble
My mornings start relatively early. With the blare of my alarm. A cloud of confused thought as I fall out of a dream. The stretching of muscles and the cool soft fabric of my sheets on my toes as I reach with them for a part of the bed my
babble
I've been quiet here. Not a peep out of me for a week... what has the world come to when Cami Kaos isn't babbling incessantly? There's been too much and not enough and yet I've found time to smile and play and
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Last night we ventured downtown in a swirl of Portland mist and setting sun. We were out on a mission. An outing. An adventure. First and most importantly my daughter had a gift card to an accessories store that had been burning a hole in her pocket since Christmas. She
babble
Aside from a few common physical characteristics that we share, I often find my daughter's similarities to me to be among her most difficult traits. As much as I am proud of her for so willfully being her own person, it makes her a difficult child to parent
kaos
I've been cleaning out my office space instead of writing, in celebration of that I thought I would reach into one of these two huge file folders filled with poetry and share one from 1996: And drowsy wishing for that half sleep I wait for what will come
mommified
It's 31 minutes until my child's bedtime. The big homework packet that she gets at the beginning of the week? It sits half finished on the dining table. She has 3 sheets of paper she's not happy with that she wants to discard and
babble
As I greeted my daughter at school pickup she was all smiles. Glowing. She was proud of herself and all she'd done today, happy to be back with her friends and engaged in their current science project. She bounced toward me and I gave her umbrella to her.
babble
we've struggled over the last few years to carve out an office space for me in the house. It's moved around a lot. I've given it up twice to do things with space I thought was more important. Little known fact: Our recording studio