No, nothing racy. Just an actual recap of tonight’s bedtime transcript: (as intercepted while I stood outside Kenny’s door as he was falling asleep)… “… Hi! Hi-eee! Music? Dance. Buttons, dance! Baa, dance! Kenny! eeeeeeeeeeee…. oh, dizzy. No dizzy. Fa-down. Oh no! Kenny fa-down! Doo’ op-pen. Op-pen. Dinner. Pink fish. Sauce. Dinner-time! Dada? Mama? Kenny-booboo! … Read more

Today Kenny, all two and a half feet of him, was able to climb out of his carseat and slide down out of our gigantic Hummer3 with barely an assist from me. You see, I am still under promise not to lift him and I had a Bible study class I really wanted to go … Read more

I am so ready for things to get back to “normal.” The mere fact that my 19-month-old sweetheart now says the following makes my heart ache: “Mama hold you! No….. Mama owies. Daddy home hold you!” Traslation : he wants me to pick him up, but knows, even as he’s asking, that I still can’t, … Read more

In spite of following the doctor’s orders to a T, it seems like my abdominal tear has gotten worse instead of better. After talking to the surgeon on the phone today, I am scheduled for another exam tomorrow. The glitch is that tomorrow is the first time in all of our cummulative family illness that … Read more

Ok, Kenny’s morph into the human jello trick got to me more than I let on.   Actually, he did it again yesterday (at the post office) and then (at the mall) and finally (trying to get back into the car at the mall), and my fragile abdominal stiches went *POP* and suddenly Mommy has … Read more

Kenny has officially learned to turn his tough, wiry little body into a gelatinous mass of screaming toddler mayhem. He had a check up at the doctor’s today, to ensure that the Staph infection is completely gone, and on the way home, we stopped at Barnes and Noble to buy a new book for me … Read more

As I have mentioned in previous posts, we are living in Scottsdale, Arizona for four months, though we live for most of the year in Maryland.   As temporary transplants, my husband’s company secures our houseing and they are generous enough to rent cars for us for the duration of Casey’s work here.   When … Read more

Kenny, who is generally a stellar sleeper at night, has morphed into a nighttime terror.   Bedtime, which used to be  a sweet twenty minute ritual, has become one that stretches two hours, only to have him wake at 4 or 4:30, pathetically tired, but refusing another minute of sleep. This usually happens whenever we … Read more

I’m slowly recouperating.   Casey took me to a wine bar tonight where we sampled half a dozen wines, and that certainly helped!   I still feel my insides do the tango when I shift positions, but I suppose that’s to be expected.   Kenny is “surviving” with his grandparents.   Read: He is loving … Read more

Tomorrow I go under the knife.   Say goodbye to the gall bladder.   Funny, the doctor reassured me that there’s no issue to remove it, because it isn’t really necessary in the first place.   Like the apendix.   But God gave them to me, so surely they are not accidental!   It’s not … Read more