So I went to the Chiropractor for the first time last week. My back has been bugging me since having 2 little chillens, so I thought I'd give it a try. There was a point during the cracken o' my backen when I envisioned myself leaving the Dr.'s office in a wheelchair with the ability to move only my eyeballs. I was going to be a paraplegic the rest of my life, I was quite certain. No Doctor, I'm not a contortionist! Ouch. But, I guess my back is a little better. The ten minutes in the electric massage table was a bit better than the OTHER table. I wonder what they call it? The torture chamber? Now I just need to work on not hunching over all the time with two little ones. The alternative is, well, a bit scary. I think I forgot about having a baby faster than I'm forgetting about the Chiropractor. I'll keep you posted. Maybe I'll do some research on Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.
The other night Jacob and I thought Kenna was in bed so we were downstairs sitting in front of the fire. When we came up the stairs we found Kenna sitting quietly in the middle of the kitchen on her camp chair with her little legs dangling off the side. She had her hands in her lap and she was wearing her church shoes. Now how do you get angry at that?
So Kenna has a new method of eating her cereal. She has to hold back the cereal with one hand while using the other hand to scoop up the milk with her spoon. When a nasty little Trix floats it's way onto her spoon she gets quite angry about it. This morning she got so upset she pushed away her bowl and declared, "Cereal too wild!" That was the end of breakfast.
This past week Jacob and I have been affectionately referred to as "hon." Kenna frequently calls us "hon." "Where you go, hon?" "Whatcha doin', hon?" "What's wrong, hon?" At least it's a house of love. There truly is beauty all around.
On Sunday a cute new family in our ward spoke during Sacrament. During the mom's talk she got teary-eyed and Kenna so innocently looked up at Jacob and said, "Go kiss her better, Daddy." Uh...no. But thanks for the concern my little cherub.
We are looking forward to heading up North this weekend! Of course Kenna has come down with a cold, go figure. Hopefully we can break up the drive by spending time in Salt Lake and manage to keep our sanity intact. Have a great weekend all!
4 comments:
Brit - your stories are hilarious. The "go kiss her better" one is my favorite. Are you heading to Logan this weekend? No pressure, but our door is always open - I'm sure you'll be seeing lots of family but if you have a spare minute, call me and I'll come see you for a bit.
Okay, you had me cracking up this time! Kenna has your spunk that is for sure!
your stories always make me smile, i miss you not being up here!!!
I am still laughing! Oh little Kenna, she is truly your child. I wish I were going down this weekend so we could see each other! Man, our schedules never match up. Have so much fun!
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