February, 2007

This past Saturday afternoon, Kenny and I were innocently playing in his room (I was even standing two feet from where he was) and he tripped on a book on the floor and walloped his head right into the corner of the dressing table. I can't even begin to describe the feeling I had of my heart hitting the back of my throat.   He was stunned for a half…

Kenny's new favorite game is "hide and seek."   Unfortunately, his favorite person to play it with is Dudley, who is not always aware of the event. Today poor Kenny sat under a blanket for at least ten minutes (while I sat close by, painfully observing), waiting for Dudley to "seek" him...   Guess what didn't happen.   But Kenny was not to be deterred.   He emerged, not discouraged,…

This morning after Kenny's MyGym class, he and I met Casey at the Scottsdale Stadium to watch a little Spring Training practice with the San Francisco Giants. The sun was high, the air was warm and the balls were flying. Kenny was excited, and we even nabbed a front row seat right behind the pitchers and catchers. A recipe for a perfect day until a single pitch went out of…

Kenny pooped five (yes, FIVE) times today.   How can that be?   He's not sick, all of it was "normal."   I guess when a boy's gotta go, a boy's gotta go.... When I said, "Wow, Kenny!   You've pooped a lot today!" on change number four, he chirped up, "POOP!   Poop like Dudley."   You see, we've been talking about how everyone poops, since Kenny is mesmerized…

Ok all you bloggers out there: Have you ever totally wanted desperately to write about something because it's all you can think about and it's practically consuming your waking hours, yet you can't because what you want so passionately to talk about is not ready to be talked about?   Or because a certain person or group of persons might read it and be offended?   Or because...    …

Kenny has gone from about a hundred  words to at least  couple hundred nearly overnight.   He will now repeat everything and anything you say.   (That is not a boast, it is a warning.   No more  accidental four-letter words allowed.   No more even slightly-suggestive-of-four-letter words allowed.)   Not only will he repeat the words when you say them, but he will  say them again later in context.…

Casey and I celebrated a belated Valentine's tonight with an unbelievable dinner out at the City Hall Steakhouse here in Scottsdale.... imagine Ruth's Chris on disco. I think I ate a pound of butter, no joke, between the mashed potatoes smothered with chunks of lobster in beurre blanc, the butter crusted filet mignon, and the fourless chocolate cake. Sin on a plate. But a night out without frantically catching pieces…

    Casey came home tonight bearing a gorgeous bunch of ruby-red tulips (my favorite!) and a gigantic ballon for Kenny.   The balloon is easily twice his size, and he ran around the house with it like a cheetah in his excitement.... "BAOOOOOOOOON!     BAAAOOOOOON!"   There is nothing that would have made this kid happier. And there is so much love to celebrate:   My wonderful, adorable,…

All of the sudden, over the last three days, Kenny has started speaking in sentences.   It all started Sunday, when we went to the railroad park: Kenny rode the train with Casey, and afterward we were talking about Papa and Gramma coming for a visit.   Kenny said, "Ride Choo Choo!" and then "Ride choo choo-wi-Papa."   And that was that. Since then, we've had, "Hep wok Dudley" (Help…

We had a little scare over the last few days.   Kenny developed an odd little patch on his skin several weeks ago that went from a tiny bump to a spot the size of a dime; it was red and raised and scaly, and if you typed its description into Google, you got back all kinds of pictures of skin cancer.   After a nearly sleepless night last night…