Author: kristjana

Boogers

A poem, for Kenny:   Kenny loves to pick his nose.   He does it with relish; With gusto.   He does it in the morning, noontime & bedtime; In private, in public, At church and at play. In the car, near and far: He’s my nose-picking star! And he doesn’t stop until He fishes […]

Tell it Again

Tonight Casey and I started talking to Kenny a little more specifically about what’s going to happen when this baby decides to make an entrance.   Here’s the “story” we told him: One of these days in the next few weeks, Mommy will be walking along, or sleeping, or eating or playing, and I will […]

The Latest Scoop

At my OB visit today (those funny 5-minute deals they drag you in for every week at this point… really… is the thirty-minute round trip drive worth it??), I was declared, “Still doing well.”   The good doctor confirmed the positives of my “pelvic architecture” and made the prediction that I would do “very well” […]

Saturday…

The day starts with some coffee and chocolate milk on the deck… Then Daddy and Kenny take off for their weekly breakfast date while Mommy hits prenatal yoga… Close encounters of the reptile kind (click on this for a better view – a four foot black rat snake that we first saw right on the […]

redemption

As tends to be the trend in our house, a manic day with Kenny is often immediately followed by one of the sweetest days ever.   Perhaps part tender effort from me to be extra-nurturing, part concentrated effort on the rascal’s part to be less rascally… whatever the cause, it works. We had a companionable […]

Me and My Shadow

This weekend Casey’s older brother Dan and his son Ryan came to visit.   It was non-stop fishing, crabbing, basketball, baseball and fun.   Kenny, who thinks the sun rises and sets  on 8-year-old Ryan, became his shadow.   He was alternately  sweetly shy (as in, “You wanna bite of this cracker, Ryan?”) to  charmingly […]

Hold the Tacos

Last night I made tacos for dinner.   This is not remarkable (except for the fact that I can count on my fingers the number of times I’ve made something from a box for dinner instead of something from scratch…) and shouldn’t hold any interest for blogging purposes. Unfortunately, there is a story.   About […]