We hope 1997 has been a good year for you.
It was a good year for us: we’ve
settled into our new home; done some traveling; and, oh yes, we’ve become a
family of four!
news first: Samuel Alan Kroner
was born on June 10! He arrived
via emergency c-section, which sounds scarier than it actually was. Sammy checked in at 8 pounds, 6 ounces, and 20½ inches.
He has blue eyes and dark hair and a very
sweet disposition. As we go to
press, he’s almost 17 pounds, is rolling, sitting fairly well, and laughing
a lot. He loves his big brother and probably smiles more for Ryan
than for anyone else (except Mom).
Samuel Alan Kroner, June 10, 1997
We hired a
doula—kind of a labor coach—to be with us for Sammy’s birth.
She was a big help, but the most memorable thing about her services was
how she hounded Ken to take his shirt off and “bond” with the baby—skin-to-skin—as
soon as Sammy was born. Now, if
you know Ken, you’ll know that this just wasn’t going to happen.
He spent the hours immediately following Sammy’s birth creatively
avoiding this kind-hearted woman. Ken
and Sammy have since become good friends, current bonding theory
three just two weeks after Sammy arrived.
He quickly got used to having a little brother and is quite protective
of Sammy. Before one of Sammy’s
pediatrician appointments, Jennifer told Ryan that we were “taking Sammy to
the doctor.” Ryan was very
quiet for a while and became weepy for no apparent reason.
After a bit of this, he whimpered, “Sammy will come back later!”
Ryan apparently thought that all good things must come to an end, and
we were returning Sammy to where we got him.
Ryan and Sammy, October 1997
Ryan’s climb to the presidency began
last month, when he enrolled in pre-school.
Jennifer is wondering why he isn’t learning the classics yet, and Ken
is frustrated at Ryan’s inability to do simple calculus. But his teacher says that he’s pretty good at spinning.
Ken got a
promotion this fall: he’s now a
Managing Director, which is his firm’s title for a partner.
When he starts to feel too important, though, Jennifer hands him a damp
baby or Ryan requests an escort to the potty.
Or, Jennifer simply reminds him that his son sleeps with a bucket on
Ryan and his cousin Alex on a backhoe
friends (the Farrugias) in our hottub
When we moved
into our house last November, the yard was comprised of rocks and dirt and
construction debris. But after
the bulldozers, backhoes, bobcats, drills, cement trucks and dump trucks (talk
about a three-year-old’s dream-come-true!) finished their work this summer,
we were left with grass (Ken and Ryan even have lawnmowers), a patio, a play
structure, flowers, trees, and a spa set into our hill.
We’re looking forward to star-gazing from the spa this winter. Wouldn’t you like to join us?
We have lots of room (both in the spa and in the house).
home much this fall. We spent
several weeks in San Diego, where Ken was on sabbatical at UCSD
. We were there for
Halloween, but Ryan wasn’t into this Halloween thing.
He refused to wear his Thomas the Tank Engine costume (he wanted to be
the Pilot of the Plane). So
Jennifer had to carry his costume as they did the candy rounds.
Costumeless Ryan Sammy
Two weeks after
coming home, we headed off to London and Geneva for a couple of weeks.
While Ken (of course) worked, Jennifer and the kids and a friend who
came along to help played tourist. By
the end of our trip, though, the “world traveler” thing was a bit old—and
expensive—so we came home.
taken on new meaning for all of us this year as we have been trying to put the
story into words that Ryan can understand.
Having to explain what a manger is (a food dish for the cows and
horses) and why Baby Jesus was in one, has made us think more about that first
Christmas than we have in a long time. The
Word became Flesh—God entered time
and space—all because He loves us. Amazing.
Christmas, from our family to yours.
Ken, Jennifer, Ryan and Sammy Kroner