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My boy who will be five.

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have you met my Kai-

-bundle of energy, teller of jokes, child who leaps minivans in just a few bounds?

My Kai, who keeps me busy, loves me fiercely – my Kai who makes sure I will never be bored.

If you don’t get why he’s so great at  five — well I’m not sure you ever will.

Here he is telling me about robots…

and here’s the story of his entrance to my world in five parts – five long parts.

Here is part one

part two 
part three
and part four
and part five. 

To my buddy – my Kai James – I love you like crazy cakes.  On your birthday and always.

And then there was Kai – part five of five

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If you would like to read the whole of the birth story in one go,

Here is part one
part two
part three
and part four

There are a lot of myths about pregnancy – about what you can and can’t do.  People will audibly gasp if they see you drinking coffee.  Pick up a box, and suddenly your a damsel in distress.  People tell will tell you your glowing – when you’re certain that you’ve done nothing but scowl all day because your sciatica is burning.  Birth educators and people in the know will tell you that childbirth is nothing like the movies, that there is no need to rush if you water breaks- and that in reality – only about of a third of women have their water break outside of the hospital.  Life, it seems is more fun than fiction – because it was straight up Hollywood in the house after my water broke.

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Part four of five

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Raining. Flood Warning. Ugh.

Kai was born over three years ago, and I haven’t finished his birth story.  I’ve started his birth story, but it’s not done. Last night I wrote about the music that playing the night he was born, and tonight, I’m going to start cleaning out the recesses of my memory –

In case, you want a refresher –
here is part one
part two
and part three

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February fifth would begin the longest work week of  my life. February fifth was  when my long-term sub would come in to shadow me for her first days and my last before my maternity leave. When she walked in wearing a fur – I knew it was going to be a long day.  When she snapped her fingers in one of my student’s faces – well I knew things were going to get interesting – and When she started cleaning my room while I taught some of my final lessons to my ninth graders — I knew that my leave couldn’t come fast enough. Read the rest of this entry