love thy neighbor

Mark 12:31 ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ 

Ever since we bought our first home, we CRAVED a neighborhood environment like the one that we live in currently. We wanted lots of young families, sugar being passed by the cups over fences, and dinners being served just because.

We love all of our neighbors but these people have especially hit our hearts. Amazing conversations, true thoughts, and full bellies. Always full bellies….our neighbors are True Italians. Today…..We MADE pasta. Not like the “noodles will be done in 8-10 minutes” type thing. And ITS PASTA. Let that not be confused with noodles. Two different things….or so I found out 🙂

It always amazes me when they talk about their foods, their cheeses, and their wines. How they pair together. And how those pair together with what we talk about. And how what we talk about goes back to their foods. It truly brings such a joy to my waistline.

Anyways, back to the pasta making. To say it is a science is an understatement. To begin, all ingredients are weighed not measured. Who weighs things? People who know what their doing that’s who. He has a lot of weird “that’s just what we do” tasks. For example, see that tiny tea cup? That is full of milk….he used less than a teaspoon of it. You have to fill the whole cup up, use a teaspoon, scoop it from the teacup, then toss the rest out. You cannot just pour it in because “thats just what we do”. After weighing, a few pinches of salt, pat your head, turn around, do the funny dance and your on to making the pasta.

The hand placements are key. From sending it through the cutter, to laying it out on the counter….much love is given to each strand. Did I mention that with all the love making there was fresh bolognese made? Oh yeah and to add to that parmesan from Italy? Add that to your palate….mind blown.

After the pasta is made, you are pretty much good to cook it. But even cooking it is a science. Call everyone to the table right before you throw it in the pot to cook. Boil salt water and let pasta cook 2-3 minutes. Not too soggy. Make sure sauce is hot and toss together right away. But add the pasta to the sauce…not the other way around because you guessed it, “that’s just how we do it”. Grade fresh parmesan on top and run your ass to the table and eat it. (He said that not me). You better believe I ran my ass to the table and demolished it. Not only was it the best pasta I have ever eaten, it was that much sweeter because I made it with someone who cares about what he puts in his food.

I am not sure if this post is about pasta or neighbors but one thing that is for certain is that we cannot get enough of both. I think that the closeness of neighbors is slowly fading out. I think it is so important for you to truly know who you live next to. Rather than just a wave when you pull in and out of the drive way, invite them over, share stories, laugh, cry, and try to build your village. My village consists of close friends and neighbors. I couldn’t do most things if they weren’t in my life. So cheers to neighbors, pasta, and undoing your top pant button due to your expanding waistline.

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  • Susan Totilo-SmithJanuary 19, 2019 - 1:38 pm

    Thanks for featuring my brother. Even I sit in awe when I watch him at work. Next, ask him about our homemade Easter cookies called “Ta-dals”- this is the phonetic pronounciation- just ask him about it and invite yourself over again to watch him make those.


    • kurre273January 19, 2019 - 4:24 pm

      I will totally do that and you are so WELCOME! It’s truly a treat to live next door!ReplyCancel


My kid my kid my kid.

Who here is potty training? Me. Boo. We haven’t full BLOWN done it one weekend but lets just say he is interested in the potty, going on it, and the human anatomy.

This is my first potty training job. Like any shitty job, I really don’t even want to begin to tackle it. So, if you want to help me out email me and I can give you my address and 100 bucks to help.

Anywho, the other day Lane was on the potty and every so curious grabbed his man junk and said “what are these mom”……crap. Here we go. I had 2.5 seconds to answer before he asked me again. Let me just say 500 things ran through my head.

a) Do I make up a name for them?

b) Do I say testicals?

c) I used to call them nards….do I say that?

d) Should I make him ask his dad?

e) Balls……Balls. Yes Katelynn, go with balls.

I answered, “Oh sweetie, those are your balls.”

Welp that was it. No going back now. I want to try to be correct with all the body parts as I can be. BALLS? Really? Now every time he goes on the potty he grabs his “balls” and says, “Mom I have balls, where are mommy’s balls”?

Today was school day. Man was I happy I got a break. As I dropped him off I told his teacher that we have been working on going in the potty. She of course said she would do her best to help with the potty training…maybe I should pay her to live with me for the weekend. Not a bad idea.

Anywho, I picked him up at 130pm with both teachers greeting me at the door with tears in their eyes and smiles on their faces. I was pleased because I just knew they were going to tell me how great my son did peeing on the potty today. Nope.

“Today Lane did great telling us he had to go to the potty. Today he went on the potty, got off the potty, and told us he had balls”.

End of life.

You’re Welcome.

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  • Michelle WeaverJanuary 9, 2019 - 2:21 am

    This is one of the most funniest potty training stories I have ever heard. ReplyCancel

  • DarleneJanuary 9, 2019 - 2:26 am

    Lol.  Oh honey it’s only the beginning!!!ReplyCancel

  • Renae PrenticeJanuary 9, 2019 - 5:12 am

    Oh my gosh!!!! Hysterical!!!! That’s when you call on Dad!!ReplyCancel

  • Tammie BarnesJanuary 9, 2019 - 2:45 pm

    Hahaha, welcome to boy mom life!!!!ReplyCancel

  • Kayla IveyJanuary 9, 2019 - 4:02 pm

    Iv got 3 boys, 11,8,4. That never goes away. I’m constantly telling all my children to remove their hands from their pants and to play with it in their rooms ‍♀️ReplyCancel

  • Kayla IveyJanuary 9, 2019 - 4:03 pm

    Iv got 3 boys. 11,8,4. It never stops. ‍♀️ReplyCancel


99% of the time I am up during the wee hours of the morning. Crying and sips of water are cured. Monsters are gone or breastfeeding is needed, pees in the bed, or meltdowns being defeated.

99% of the time I have no idea what I am doing. One kid is sleeping and one kid is moving. I wish my coffee was warm but I always find it cold. I know one day I will miss this, one day when I am old.

99% of the time I want to leave my house. The door wide open and just leave my spouse. My spouse with the kids, no dinner in sight, no diapers changed, no smiles is right.

99% of the time I have not taken a shower. I need to get my hair chopped and colored but that’s out of my hour. My kids got a rash, one is refusing to eat, I need a glass of wine or someone’s gonna get beat.

99% of the time my house is a mess, did I mention I have a dog one who always is stressed. Her non stop barking, her neediness is always, just think a 65 pound weimaraner who poops in the hallways.

99% of the time I wish I had a 9-5, breaks from the kids and change a blow out & I get a high five. Sneaking a 15 or a 30 for a dare, or mooning a customer/client because you don’t care.

There are more 99%’s but I cannot find the words, probably because I’m cleaning up all the Christmas curds. My husband is home from his golf day and thats enough said, I wish I could peace out and just go to bed.

Instead I am going to think about the 1. The 1 percent I am missing in this rhyming hoo ha fun.

The 1 percent.

If I lost my babies in the wee hours of the morning, my life would be filled with all kinds of mourning. For those who have lost, I have my story too, my heart is filled for your mourning too.

I will take my coffee cold and I will take all the fuss, I want my life to be filled with organized KHAOS.

When I don’t take a shower he still thinks I’m hot, it makes me feel pretty even though I am not.

The one little smile that occurs while I am feeding, it makes the percent worth it or that story before bed that I am reading.

99% of the time I am lost. 99% of the time I need another cup or a glass of wine. 99% of the time someone is crying, it’s that 1% that I am trying.

Trying to be mom, trying to be free, trying to be the mother they need me to be.

The 1 keeps me going, the 1 keeps me strong, the 1 makes me who I am…and 1 thing is that is a mom.

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    New Years, is it too much to ask?

    Ok, no. I don’t have a resolution. I have wants and I have “need to do’s”. More props to those who can follow through with all the tasks they desire but lets talk about some of the things I CANNOT WAIT TO BE DONE WITH in 2019.

    I have to potty train my 2 year old and I am not looking forward to it. Tips anyone? I think he is pretty much ready I just don’t want to do it. I’m excited I won’t have to buy diapers for one kid but still gotta wipe an ass. Eh, oh well, it comes with the territory.

    Oooof and breastfeeding and pumping. My daughter turns ONE on May 30th and I am counting down the days till I stop getting sucked on all day. I know a lot of you out there say that you get sad when you are done and I am sure I will be too….like when I go in her room during a gathering and say I am breastfeeding just to get away. Ill miss those days  I may have a burn party for that pump though…hmm…

    TIME. 24 hours in a day is NOT enough. I know I complain about petty stuff but I do love the ages of my kiddos right now. All the cuddles…the “I love you’s”, the tucking in’s and of course, seeing how much they love each other. I know that won’t last forever and I’m trying to soak it in. You know what else sucks about time? I need a 5 minute time out stick. FOR ME. I just want to shower alone, maybe shave my legs, or poop alone? Moms, lets unite and create that ok? Go 2019.

    We all could eat better, drink less but lets be honest….wine is good for the heart and unhealthy food is good for the soul. I mean just today I snagged a bag of chips at the check out just so I could enjoy them on my way home, lick my fingers, and no one ask for one. If you’re wondering…yes, they were the Cheddar Ruffles. Don’t judge.

    So Happiest of New Years to you and your family. May all your desires and “I’m done with’s” warm your soul.

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    • Sarah AllenDecember 31, 2018 - 10:03 pm

      I’ll bring the matches to the pump burn party! ReplyCancel

      • kurre273January 2, 2019 - 9:22 pm

        Oh hey girl! Right there with ya. LOVE THIS!ReplyCancel

    Oh, hey there

    Hey to all my fans! Just kidding. If you are reading this, you probably found the link on my Facebook page, off my Instagram, or my Nana’s Facebook page who likes to share everything I post…(Hi Nana, thanks for sharing this). To all my family, friends, and strangers who just came across this blog….. WELCOME. I am so beyond excited to share this next chapter with all of you. Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Katelynn, a wife, mother of 2 beautiful children and a natural light photographer who is just willing to share her story. Please take a moment to browse my page and please message me if you have any questions. You can find me here. I will try to answer as many questions as I can and be honest as to WHY I created Kurrent Khaos.

    Kurrent Khaos is all about what is going on in my crazy life. Honestly, I don’t even know why I am starting it….besides the fact that I hope in someway, you can laugh, cry, and relate with me. Sometimes my life can align with the stars….both kids are perfect, marriage is on point, fitness is my top priority…..yep nope. Most of the time it’s a circus and the only break I have during the week is to watch 3 minutes of This is Us that I’ve been trying to finish for 4 days but in reality, those 3 minutes get used up to take a shower…alone.

    I have no idea where my photography or my blog will go from here but know I am excited to have you along for the journey. Please ignore any of my language that might offend you, all my typos, and just enjoy. Please find recent updates on my Facebook and Instagram as well.

    Welcome, and see you soon.

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    • Maggie JeansDecember 29, 2018 - 3:52 pm

      Best of luck in your new adventure and I, being one of your greatest fans, simply look forward to seeing all your new photos, mostly loving photos of you and your children! With much love from your other mama…..Maggie ❤️ReplyCancel

    • Lon FrenchDecember 29, 2018 - 5:28 pm

      It seems controlled chaos is what we run on too. Can’t wait to read about yours 🙂ReplyCancel

    • Mary LanzDecember 29, 2018 - 5:53 pm

      Your new blog is going to be very insightful. Looking forward to following this blog.ReplyCancel

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