Oh happy day, indeed. In the 23 months since I first began keeping this "baby book", I have worked towards defining what it means to be a mother. From scary moments to celebration, dance parties to dress-up dates, these small snapshots fit together to paint a cubist picture of a concept that is so precious, so dynamic, so colorful that it is ...
So, it’s bedtime,
and the little one has been washed and brushed and lotioned and jammied. But, as we were heading towards the bedroom, the finish line, she heard music playing from downstairs. And she perked up. "Dance party, please, mommy?" She wants to have a dance party with me. She said please. Now how can I argue with that? So, I guess tonight we will have a different kind ...
Scenes from The Bean/Happy Birthday, Twin!
So, I've been keeping a bit of a secret from you. Actually, it's kind of big... (...at least in this land....the Land of Mom, that is.) 2 weeks ago, I spent my first weekend away WOB (without babe). It's taken me this long to share because a) I had to find the right words b) I had to process all that ...
Encore.
In recent days, I have watched as my daughter's intense love for music has grown immensely. It has grown, intensely; Incandescently. My girl now sings songs. Entire songs. The guitar strums it's first chord and she knows the song, instantly, and she begins. And this is all wonderful. But, it is her musical abilities that impress me so much less than her musical soul. Because, ...
A Mother.
In a little over a month, my newborn baby will, quite miraculously, be having her second birthday. I know. it makes no sense. It actually confuses me. It hit me yesterday, at school, when a colleague and friend of mine was kissing and cooing over my daughter. And my daughter was answering her, calling her by her ...
Best. Note. Ever.
Found this on my way into my parents' house on Sunday. (We were sitting for the pups.) This note tickled me. My dad knows me so well. Oh, and did you catch his reference to Tuesday night's dinner? He was planning a Boys Night, with an extensive and oh-so-manly menu. But, alas, one of the men fell ill and so ...
She’s a bad mama (pa)jama.
Watching my kid as she dances around the living room, belting out "Oh Yoko", while wearing her footsie pjs and a faux leopard hat, I know that his memory most certainly is a blessing.
Preludes and Words.
I am moved by fancies that are curled Around these images, and cling: The notion of some infinitely gentle Infinitely suffering thing. My favorite line from a favorite poem, Preludes by T.S. Eliot. I remember when I first read this poem. This line took my breath away, then. Tonight, it made me cry. *** It was the summer after ...
Oh. Duh. Why didn’t I think of this 3 hours ago?
When this was going on, all I had to do was to [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXmLjbTBcdU] oh she may be weary them young girls they do get wearied... but when she gets weary try a little tenderness
A Date Night
Tonight, my man and I went on a date. A real, honest to goodness date. We traded our ripped jeans and converse sneaks, time constraints and rushed conversations for a dim, cozy seat in a corner booth. And heels. High heels. We went to this place. We sat upstairs at the bar, and together we read every item on the ...
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