tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40776012011-04-21T15:06:38.946-04:00...and where she lands, nobody knowsKellynoreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077601.post-1082424032666084472004-04-19T21:20:00.000-04:002004-04-19T21:23:29.123-04:00

"Hey, buddy, do you hear those baby birds?" "Yeah, they're saying Mommy, Mommy, Mommy." "Wow, bud, how do you know that?" "I speak Bird." He says this so matter-of-factly that I almost believe him.

Kellynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077601.post-1076365462184366232004-02-09T17:24:00.000-05:002004-02-09T17:26:08.326-05:00

Mondays are always hard. This morning, on the way to the bus stop, TP got very quiet and started kicking rocks and pinecones, in that angry way little boys have sometimes. The bus comes and he silently walks away and climbs aboard, not looking back at me as I yell to him, "Have a good day!" I see him standing beside a seat, and the kid sitting there gets up to let TP in. TP slides over near the

Kellynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077601.post-1070387066815154252003-12-02T12:44:00.000-05:002003-12-06T22:03:15.840-05:00

Apparently, TB is quite the catch in the 3 to 4 year old set. Last week, one of the moms told MM that her daughter talks about TB non-stop at home, and has even named her favorite teddy bear after him. Today, a grandmother stopped me to issue a warning, "You better watch out for your son." She said it so seriously that I thought maybe he was biting her granddaughter or stealing her snack at

Kellynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077601.post-1068832519026933612003-11-14T12:55:00.000-05:002003-11-14T12:55:38.373-05:00

I witnessed one of the most touching scenes last night, and even though it's a sick Grandma story, I gotta tell it. My grandmother lives two doors down from me. In a regular family, that might be a bit too close. My grandparents pretty much keep to themselves;I have to make an effort to see them, or I wouldn't see them at all. Anyway, my grandmother has been sick for the past 2 years - emergency

Kellynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077601.post-1067535813228174202003-10-30T12:43:00.000-05:002003-10-30T12:53:40.036-05:00

I found this last night on Pete Beck's blog - Despair Inc., a company that takes those cheesy ass motivational posters and makes them funny. My favorites: Mediocrity Dysfunction Underachievement

Kellynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077601.post-1067297781484884012003-10-27T18:36:00.000-05:002003-10-27T18:39:50.103-05:00

Reflecting on all that has happened in the past year or so and how I feel about it all now, I realized some things about closure today. There is no door you approach and simply walk though, slam shut and call Closure. That would be easy. It's more like a complex series of doors - some locked, some barricaded, some false, some revolving, some, trapdoors. Some you can safely lock behind you,

Kellynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077601.post-1066785935658360432003-10-21T21:25:00.000-04:002003-10-21T21:29:31.833-04:00

TB fell asleep on the floor last night, early. I got him up to go potty before I went to bed so he wouldn't pee in his bed. (Another joy of parenthood.) I start walking him to the bathroom, and he throws his hands in the air, straight up, like I had him at gunpoint. I stand him in front of the toilet and he starts putting his hands all over the seat, which is up. (Eww.) I laugh and tell him to

Kellynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077601.post-1064266937655801392003-09-22T17:42:00.000-04:002003-09-24T00:00:46.516-04:00

We finally got our power back today. We were lucky. There are still hundreds of thousands without. Some without phone, water. It actually wasn't that bad for us. Riding around, we saw some devastating things - trees in the middle of houses, cars smashed to bits, glass blown out of buildings, power lines down in people's yards and on the streets, light poles snapped in half. The scary thing is

Kellynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077601.post-1063826975861848422003-09-17T15:29:00.000-04:002003-09-24T00:01:16.423-04:00

This whole hurricane thing is becoming a little unnerving. I am not an alarmist by nature, but I'm starting to get anxious. They have evacuated parts of Virginia Beach and are ordering other local areas to evacuate as well. Unless they issue a mandatory evac for us, we are staying in our house, but just the waiting is enough to make you nuts.

Kellynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077601.post-883661292003-02-02T22:02:00.000-05:002003-09-17T00:20:51.180-04:00

I think we all search for something to touch us, some passion - to make us feel alive, to make us feel like we are of consquence to the world. To fill in all of the empty spaces that we alone cannot fill. Children do an awesome job of filling many of those gaps, but there are some that require something very different. And having had that something different, and having lost it makes me

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