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
babble
Last night as Mr and I sat smooching and holding hands we smiled looking at our weddings bands... yes we are that crazy... We marveled at how pretty any shiny they are, well okay I did, he probably thought something very manly. As we sat there pressing our rings together,
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
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'
mommified
I almost almost had nothing to say today. Nothing to blog about. You see my head is swirling absorbing new information, preparing to do new things, raising my child, dealing with all this glorious sunshine and preparing for my birthday... I had given over to a bloggless day but just
mommified
5+ years ago when Mike and I decided to take the next big step and say I do I made a choice to take his name. It was a choice. There was no battle. No difficulty. He made it quite clear in fact that he wouldn't be at