Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Conversations with Kerri.

After watching "How to Train Your Dragon":
Kerri: "Who names their kid Hiccup?  What kind of name is that?  What are they going to name his sister, Atchoo?"


I walked into my bathroom and found Kerri on the toilet and brushing her teeth at the same time:
Me: "Kerri, what are you doing?"
Kerri: "Multi-tasking."
I guess it starts young.

Life with Kerri ponders things.

Monday, August 18, 2014

The Man Cold.

Hubby came home from work on Friday feeling tired and cranky, and we just chalked it up to a long week.  But by Saturday morning, both hubby and I had the sniffles.  We assumed it was just allergies.

Yesterday our sinuses started running, our throats hurting, and by this morning we felt like we had been hit by a train.  Hubby still went to work, and promptly messaged me to tell me that 5 people in his office are all sick with the same symptoms as he has (that is practically 1/3 of his coworkers).

It looks like we all have the dreaded Man Cold.  I heard it's contagious, but I didn't realize it would make us all revert to whiny children, wanting our mommies, and needing prescription strength chicken soup.

Life with Kerri is going back to bed.

Friday, August 15, 2014

So this happened....

 Nana and Meg are engaged!
And they asked Kerri to be a Junior Bridesmaid at their wedding next summer.  Nana surprised Kerri with a mason jar, with the message under the lid.  And inside the jar was this:
This is a bracelet that used to belong to hubby's grandmother.  She wore it all the time.  Nana gave it to Kerri and asked her to wear it at the wedding.  Hubby recognized the bracelet right away, and it was a pretty emotional moment for everyone.

We are throwing the brides an intimate engagement party soon.  We are so very happy for Jessica and Megan, and look forward to seeing their happily ever after unfold.

Life with Kerri is romantic!

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Conversations with Kerri.

While the three of us were sitting at the kitchen table, shredding slow-cooked pork for a pulled pork recipe (for hubby's birthday party):

Kerri: "If cutting the cheese means farting, what does pulling the pork mean?"
Mom: "What do you think it means?"
Kerri: (with her know it all sarcastic tone) "I don't know, why don't you want to tell me?"
Mom: "You're Jewish, you're not supposed to eat pork."
Kerri: "Well, you're allergic to pork, so why are you pulling it?"
Mom: "Because I married him."
(At this point, hubby lost it and started laughing.  I told him to pull his own pork).

Life with Kerri is not Kosher.  But it is funny.

Monday, August 11, 2014


We moved into this house a little over a year ago.  I spent the first three months unpacking and trying to figure out where all the furniture would look best.  The following month, hubby lost his job due to a reorganization.  We were still reeling from the unexpected moving expenses and the cost of repairing the vandalism to his car (we paid cash for both).

So, I didn't decorate.  I didn't hang anything on the walls for fear that we may have to move yet again if we couldn't afford to stay, or if we had to relocate for job opportunities/work.  I stopped unpacking, and the last two remaining boxes stood in our closet, as a reminder of our insecurity.

Five months later, hubby found a new job.  But he was on three months probation.  So I still didn't hang anything up, and the boxes remained in my closet.  But we did buy a new couch for the basement (we paid cash for that too).  And then I immediately regretted it, because I kept thinking we should have held onto that money just in case.

And now three months later - just as our one year lease expired - without any fanfare, hubby passed his probation period.  The company he works for is growing.  Things looks good.

So why am I still afraid to unpack the last two boxes and hang anything on the walls?  Maybe because there is no such thing as job security anymore.  Probably because we are a one income family.  We went from financial security to dwindling savings and the possibility of being homeless.  And when I started looking for work after being a stay at home for almost 9 years, I did not get a single response.

Instead of worrying, I should be counting my blessings.  I don't have to worry about living in a war zone.  I don't fear religious persecution.  I don't have to worry about clean water, sanitary living conditions, food, or medical care.  We are lucky to have free education for our child, and access to safe parks and communities.  We are blessed to live in this beautiful country.  I know this.

Life with Kerri is grateful to have a nice home to live in, food on the table, and my family healthy and safe.  Yet I am still afraid to pick up the hammer and hang a nail on the wall.

Sunday, August 10, 2014

Happy birthday.

Hoping you have a wonderful 44th birthday.  Even though Kerri ruined the surprise.

Life with Kerri is going to party today.

Saturday, August 9, 2014

The things we talk about.

Last night, Kerri asked me if she should be worried about catching Ebola at school.  Although I reassured her that it was very unlikely, she still went to bed preoccupied.

When I was 9, I didn't even know about infectious diseases, sex, or what was happening in the world.  Kerri is growing up with the world at her fingertips.  She is so much more informed and aware than I was at her age.  And I fear with that knowledge came a loss of innocence.  I want her to to be a child, to be carefree, innocent, and happy.  And I guess, in her own way, she is.

But it's hard to do that in today's age.  Even if Kerri didn't have access to the information at home, she picks it up at school.  Kids talk, and the majority of them are carrying technology that gives them access (free WiFi at her school!) to any information on the World Wide Web.

So instead of shielding Kerri, we have to be honest and tell her the truth - at all times - whenever she has a question.  And as I tucked her in last night, I wished we didn't have to end the day talking about a deadly virus that has no cure.  Then again, Kerri never liked fairy tales, and her bed time reading consisted of biology books when she was younger.

Sometimes I miss the early years, but I can't wait to see what Kerri does with her life.  I have a feeling she will accomplish much more than I ever did.

Life with Kerri worries too much.