July, 2007

Ok, after I wrote the incredibly incriminating post yesterday regarding my  vocal little  son's tendancy towards erratic temper tantrums, as of today he was the veritable picture of all that is good, sweet and precious with the world.   There was nary a tear shed, a wail procured, nor a single stomp of the foot or enraged, "Mommy go away!"   He was, in a word, perfect. Hm.   Maybe…

Kenny, my sweet wonder-boy, has already managed to be ahead of the developmental curve in many areas.     He  started talking well before his first birthday, can now ask questions and speak in some semblance of complete sentences, sings several songs, and has even memorized parts of his favorite books to recite while we read.   It's only natural that his gifted nature extends to starting The Terrible Twos…

Yesterday  evening Casey and I dropped Kenny off at my sister's house and went to the home of a semi-retired OB who is the father of  a good friend of ours.   He started the OB practice that I go to many years ago, and is still in charge of operations there, even though he no longer delivers babies.   We had about two hundred and twenty questions, and desperately…

Today a sweet friend of mine came over to have a cup of coffee and chat.   Her kids are all grown up, so this was purely time for me.   Kenny was the model child - he played at our feet with his blocks, and only got antsy towards his lunchtime.   The strangest thing, though, was that my constant talker said nary a word but "Dudley" during my…

Do you ever have a to do list that makes you so anxious just looking at it that you decide to throw it away??   I have spent the evening trying to catch up on various neglected household tasks, and finally I threw in the towel and have spent the better part of the last hour surfing the web. How are we mommies ever supposed to get everything done?  …

So what do you do when you have a little kid over for a playdate and he turns out to be an absolute rascal? A rascal as in causing physical harm to various portions of the house and nearly to one's own son.   This kid broke Kenny's basketball hoop by knocking it over and jumping on it, pulled a lawn light out of the ground, and "accidentally" pushed Kenny…

Monday night, my sister and her kids (and her Golden Retriever, Rusty) spent the night here so that she could watch Kenny the following  morning while Casey and I went to a meeting together.   Kenny was wiggling with excitement the whole time that his "big" cousins were really here for so long.     Dudley  was so excited to have a fellow canine in the house that he  ran…

Four days ago, Casey and I had our pastor and his wife over to our house for dinner and a small service for the babies we have lost over these past four months.   I can only begin to describe what an incredible beginning to healing that time was.     Just to have two other people weep with us was such a comfort; they both had thoughtful and compassionate…

This morning was a rough one.   Kenny got up an hour too early, Dudley ate the last Eggo right out of Kenny's hand as I put him in the stroller, the air outside during our 6 AM walk was already hot and sticky, Dudley pulled on his leash the whole time, wanting to run, and then when we got home, Kenny was peevish and cranky.   It got worse…

My sister and her sweeties came over today to play with Kenny so that I could go get my hair done.   I think if Kenny had his way, his cousins would  be here all the time.   His affection for them is wrapped up in adoration and awe; he thinks they are the coolest things since string cheese was invented.   We tried to talk them into spending the…