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Once upon a snowy sundown,

mommyeverafter — Tue, 22 Feb 2011 21:49:32 +0000

I stretched out on my sweet baby girl’s floor,
as we listened to music,
and then my girl crawled over to me,
and she planted her two palms on either side of my face
and lowered her two
tiny
rose-colored lips onto mine.
And she lingered there.
And I was whole.
And that, my friends,
is what they are talking about
when they write
Happily Ever After.

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I just want to advise you,

mommyeverafter — Thu, 20 Jan 2011 21:41:32 +0000

that if you decide to bring your 9 month old child into your closet with you, so that you can keep an eye on her while you are getting dressed, she will pull every shoe off the shelf, kiss herself in the full length mirror, and wear your underwear as a hat. Or, at least, Continue Reading

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On a snowy Saturday

mommyeverafter — Sat, 08 Jan 2011 21:21:49 +0000

you don’t have to change from your pajamas.
You can stuff your belly with brownies and brie cheese
and it feels good
because you have nowhere else to be.
You can linger over your mug of cocoa,
from your perch on the nursery floor,
and laugh with your full heart
and full belly,
at the giggling, squealing little pink person before you.
You kiss her sweet sweet-potato-covered face
and she laughs and dances.
Over and over
and over
as the snow falls
silently.
You don’t mind at all.
You are warm.
You can measure inches of snow
and count the quiet kisses
that the baby gives to the dog
and the dog gives to the baby,
in return,
and pile blankets on the floor
to sit upon
and watch
all of this beauty
in wonder.

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eight.

mommyeverafter — Sun, 19 Dec 2010 13:10:38 +0000

Yesterday, my daughter turned eight months old,
during a weekend of many celebrations.
There were sparkling candles,
big dinners,
songs and cheers.
However, in trying to think of how to write about my baby’s 8 months,
I had a hard time finding the words.
Should I compose a poem?
Month one was fun, but glad it’s done!
Month two brought smiles in the seashore sun.
Month three,
No no, this is not me.
Should I write another haiku?
No way. Such poems should be organic, just as the first was.
Should I do a post of pictures?
Not my style.
And then, just this morning, the post wrote itself;
The baby sat up in bed, next to me, and inched her way over so that her head was on my pillow.
She leaned forward, with a giant grin, and grabbed my face in her little hands.
She said “Mama” and planted an open mouth kiss
right on my upturned lips.
And that was that.
That small moment,
that little celebration,
was everything that 8 months is;
It’s how much she’s grown;
It’s the real person she’s become;
It’s love, personified.
My little girl wrote our story better than I ever could have,
with one soft word
and one gentle kiss.
If eight is this great, for the rest I cannot wait.
Happy Eight Month Birthday, sweet princess.
My love for you continues to grow immeasurably,
as you grow more beautiful
and more gentle
and more special
each day.
Thank you for the kisses.
Love, Mama

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“Delicious,

mommyeverafter — Fri, 17 Sep 2010 20:18:06 +0000

it’s like kissing a rainbow!”

-The Husband, after giving the baby a little smooch.

Maybe he is getting better with his colors, after all.

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