A Modern Social Unit April 22, 2008
Posted by K2 in moving on over.1 comment so far
Does this make you want to sing…”Flintstones, meet the flint stones. We are a modern stonage family.”
I feel safe in telling you to come on over and find me here…
modernsocialunit.wordpress.com
We are under construction, but I plan to be up soon and tell you about my grand escape. I bet you forgot all about it didn’t you?
UNDERGROUND April 3, 2008
Posted by K2 in Uncategorized.7 comments
We’ve had a breach of containment. A crazy work related stalker has scared the living shit out of me and I’m going underground. There will be a new blog with some new characters. I haven’t decided yet how to pass the link along to you all…but I will soon.
My Mommy is Better Than Your Mommy March 27, 2008
Posted by K2 in Work, great escape, motherhood.10 comments
I spent an inordinate amount of time last night cleaning Pook’s car seat because someone mentioned that it was dirty and might not be worth keeping. This was part of a conversation about a new carseat we will have to purchase in about 5 more pounds. Now, this person didn’t know that we have to feed Keaton and then jump in the car to make it to daycare and then to work. So, he pukes people! Did he puke in it this morning after I cleaned it? Yes. Don’t you hate how people make you feel like an inferior mommy?
Stress Eater? March 18, 2008
Posted by K2 in Work, life, pigging out.5 comments
I just ate an entire sleeve of Girl Scout Short Bread cookies in under 10 minutes. Okay, maybe under 5.
Let Me Count the Ways March 10, 2008
Posted by K2 in Life with Baby.3 comments
Pook,
I loved you before I ever met you. What I felt for you then was a longing kind of love. A longing to meet you, to hold you, to help you become you.
The first time I saw you, you were still in Mommy M’s belly. I saw your spine and your skull and your beautiful fingers. They told us you were a little boy. Mommy M smiled and said, “I knew he was a boy.” I closed my eyes and said, “I love you little boy. I love you.”
When you were born I was with you. I held your Mommy M’s hand and breathed deep breaths with her. I stroked her hair and I looked into her eyes and I told her that she was strong. She was very scared. When it was time for you to come, I held her tired legs and I helped her push you into this world. When I saw your beautiful face I whispered, “I love you.”
It was a bit chaotic after that. The nurses checked you and cleaned you and wrapped you up in a blanket. The nurse asked me if I wanted to hold you and I looked at your Mommy M. The doctors were trying to clean her up and I said, “Ler her hold him.” Your Mommy M and your Grandma B held you. They put their heads together and they cried. I saw your Mommy M tell you she loved you “more than the world”. She looked up at me. I had tears in my eyes. When I watched you two together it broke my heart for both of you. I could only imagine how difficult it must be for Mommy M to let you go. I walked over to the bed. We both held you, we touched our foreheads together and we cried. I cried for her loss, her strength and her pain. She cried for her loss and my joy.
I stayed with you and Mommy M that night. She slept. She was very tired. I helped her into teh bathroom. I helped her get comfortable. We talked about how beautiful you were and how we were both so happy we found each other. While she slept I held you that night. I fed you and rocked you. I looked at your fingers and your toes. I smelled you. I whispered to you that “I love you bigger than forever.” I didn’t sleep a wink. I just wanted to watch you.
I have told you that I love you everyday since. Sometimes at night we we sit in the rocker and you eat your bottle and say, “I love you sweet boy.” Other times we are playing and I make that kissing noise that makes you giggle and I say, “I love you little boy.” Sometimes you are upset and I hold you to me and I say , “Mama loves you.” Sometimes we just stare into each others eyes and I think that I love you more than my heart can hold and I know that you read my mind.
Today, we were laying on the couch. We were belly to belly. You were dozing off and your eyes fluttered open. You looked at me. I said, “I love you Keaton.” You said “Aeeeyaa” in your sleepy voice, smiled a tiny one-sided grin and closed your eyes. I knew you were telling me you loved me too. Tears welled up in my eyes. I hugged you to me.
I will always remember this moment.
I love you.
Mama
Appointments and Gas March 7, 2008
Posted by K2 in Earth love, Life with Baby, Work.3 comments
You like how I complain and get all whiny and then don’t post in a week? Lame, I know. Thanks Bloggies for reaching out and pepping me up.
Work has been a real bee-yatch these days. We are facing some MAJOR struggles with some infighting and I would tell you my company’s name so you could read about the drama on some of the tech blogs out there, but I’m afraid I might get fired. Suffice it to say…it’s juicy. And, there are the ever present lawsuits, clean up projects, and oh, the contracts I draft and negotiate that I am behind on because of the above-mentioned dray-ma. Big sigh.
How do I have time to blog and read you ask? I don’t. But, if I don’t write – even to complain and be whiny, then I get irritated. If I don’t read, then I feel oddly left out of the goings-on. I feel like I wasn’t invited to the party. And, I miss everyone too. And, no Sybil, I don’t hate you.
So guess what I did? I made an appointment in my Outlook calendar at work to Blog. Yes, I made a recurring appointment so I could blog and read. I won’t say when, because I wouldn’t want to blog and read on work time – egads! But, I am going to be better at this whole thing and make some time for it – because I love it so!
What else goes on in the Krew House? Pook grows like a weed these days. He is so smiley and fun. He is eating cereal and peas and bananas with zeal. He dives for the spoon. He is still on the small side, but he’s catching up. Those “percentiles” are a buncha shit anyway. So what that he’s only in the 3% in weight – he has a six pack, delt caps on his shoulders, two bottom teeth, and is jabbering like mad.
What else? I rode the bus for the first time this week. We live about 25 miles from work and with gas prices chinging in at $4.00 a gallon – YES PEOPLE FOUR FREAKING DOLLARS – it seems that I could eat steak and lobster 9 days a week if I didn’t have to pay for gas on a 50 mile round trip commute each day. Is riding the bus beneath me? No, I actually felt really good about it. I was being environmentally conscious and I got a nice little jaunt from the bus stop to work there and back. It was kinda cool. You public transportation-anados are laughing at me right now, but CA is not public transportation friendly. The state is just to freaking big and Californians are just too selfish to part with their cars.
It was 4.00 bucks there and back. That is one gallon of gas bloggies. Do the math. I think we might try to do it a bit more often for our wallets’ sake and our commitment not to be earth trashers.
Oh Where Oh Where Have My Bloggy Friends Gone? February 28, 2008
Posted by K2 in Blog, Life with Baby, Work.7 comments
Did you start blogging just to blog and then you got readers? You got great readers who cheered you up, struggled with you, and laughed with you, and you thought…wow, this is cool! People like me and my writing and they don’t even really know me, but maybe they know me better than alot of the people who are closest to me. If you were always a closet writer, did you somehow feel a little validated when someone said, “Hey, that was a great post!”
And then, suddenly life changes for you. Like, for example, you adopt a child and you change jobs? And, then, after you adopted a child and changed jobs, were you suddenly so busy that you can’t write as often as you’d like? And, you sortof feel like you are missing an outlet?
Did you ever worry that your readers would move on and although you weren’t writing especially for them, you’d be very sad if they left? You’d be sad because you look forward to their comments, sage advice, or wry humor? Or, maybe you’d built a friendship – even though it was virtual?
Bloggers can be fickle you know? Why do I know this? Because I think I’ve done it before. I’ve been a really faithful reader, and then for the same reason, sort of like the same reason I don’t get to write as much as I like, I don’t get to read as much as I like. And, I wonder if they think I’ve left because they suck? I have left because a blogger sucked, but it wasn’t any of you. I hope the blogger, who’s blog I didn’t really leave, but havne’t had time for, doesn’t think I’ve gone because of something they wrote – or because they were so busy with their new baby and job change that their posts of late were sporadic, short, or lame in general.
So, I’m sorry dear bloggy friends if I’ve neglected your blogs lately. If I’ve made you feel like I don’t care anymore – because I DO! Obviously I don’t want to offend the three faithful readers I have out there, so don’t take offense dear ones. Just know the apology is for you if I haven’t been around as much lately.
Too much work and little sleep makes Kami a dull, complainy, and obviously oversenstive, girl.
My Aching Fandango! * February 27, 2008
Posted by K2 in Work.2 comments
Work is kicking my fandango right now.
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*Edited – my fandango is my arse. As you know, I’m a make-up-a-word kinda gal and this is a derivative of fanny. I can’t help it that www.fandango.com – the movie site stole it from me.
Pity Party February 20, 2008
Posted by K2 in blog friends, inane babble, life.5 comments
I haven’t even talked about Fit Friends yet – which is yet another link to, you guessed it, Cami. She made us all commit to working out three times a week for the month of February. So far, I’ve done it easily and the thighs are less jiggly.
Here I am.

Cami made this for me on her blog.
Do you think maybe I need some other bloggy friends? Cami must think I’m stalking her.
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Yesterday on the way to work in my head (nice segue eh?):
See sign on building that is crooked.
Me: Is that sign askance or askew? Is askance even a word or did I just make it up?
I ask Ms. Smarty. She says that askance is a word. You could look askance at something.
Me in my head: Must be like peripheral vision or something
Ms. Smarty: Askew is off-balance.
Me in my head: Okay, so it is all wonky.
Silence.
Then I notice the radio is barely playing loud enough for me to discern what the song is. I notice I do this alot and rather than turn it up, I try to make out the lyrics and guess the song. Why? Because I’m weird I guess. I was thinking about this in my head and thought, well, it doesn’t sound like English. I guess I actualy said out loud, “That doesn’t sound like English.” At the very same time Ms. Smarty was turning up the volume and it was some song where the background singers were singing Umbula Mumbaleh over and over again.
Ms. Smarty: That is because it is not English. You are sharp kid.
This may be why I have no other friends.
And, for your edification:
a·skance /əˈskæns/ –adverb
1.with suspicion, mistrust, or disapproval: He looked askance at my offer.
2.with a side glance; sidewise; obliquely.
Unless you look at someone with suspicion or mistrust with your peripheral vision, this has nothing to do with peripheral vision.
a·skew /əˈskyu/ –adverb
1. to one side; out of line; in a crooked position; awry: to wear one’s hat askew; to hang a picture askew.
2. with disapproval, scorn, contempt, etc.; disdainfully: They looked askew at the painting. –adjective
3.crooked; awry: Your clothes are all askew.
I think wonky captures it.
Vakay and our Big Boy February 18, 2008
Posted by K2 in Life with Baby.7 comments
I was feeling a tad guilty that my last post was about fingernail clippings and pubic hair. I’ve had a good reason for not posting. We’ve been on vacation. We were going to go to Oregon, because I can’t get enough of my Doppleganger (is this the right link C?)…and I was hoping to arrange a marriage between the K’s, but we weren’t able to make the trip, so we decided to (drum roll) stay home.
Why?
Pook loved the zoo – even at 4 months. He is such an alert little boy. Here he is checking out the penguins with Mom. Yes, penguins love 70 degree weather, didn’t you know?


What a little boy he is becoming!

Besides all of our field trips, some major things have happend in the house of K.

And, what goes with new teeth – besides diahrrea, crying, fever, baby tylenol, restlessness, cuddling one minute and desperatly arching to get away from Mommy the next?

Peas silly. Peas are good.