Today, I cried while slow dancing with my little girl. We were listening to a very special CD, For Our Children, and as we swayed back and forth to Carole King singing "Child of Mine", I began to cry. You see, I am getting a bit wistful, a tad sentimental, about this whole "My newborn baby is actually now one-whole-year-old ...
last night/bedtime/as you fell asleep in my arms/a haiku
When we rock to sleep, we are the sole two souls, dear, in this grand, grand world.
Scenes from the Nest
Three things you should know about me: I love feathers (yes, you already know that, but I am just further emphasizing my love for all things bird.) I love my family. (which, I mean, duh.) I love photos. More accurately, I am obsessed with photos. I love taking pictures. I love looking at pictures. I love reminiscing over pictures. So yes, feathers, ...
Wordless Wednesday: The SLEEP Edition
As in, my precious, sweet, lovely, happy baby girl is a fabulous sleeper, as long as she is cuddled up next to me, resting her head on my shoulder and holding my hand in hers. Yeah, remember that whole sleep issue? No? 'Cause you can totally read about it here and here and here and also right here and totally here and yes, here and ...
Once upon a snowy sundown,
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. ...
So, I totalllllly planned to write,
and share pictures of my afternoon as a Disney Princess, until I accidentally conjured Lucille Ball. You see, if you are not my facebook friend, or husband, or parent, you probably don't know that I spent the evening flooding my basement. Let me just start by saying this: I'm married to a good guy. A sweet, tutu buying Princess embracing good guy. And, this good guy ...
the sweetest thing, hands down
When you're a new parent, you're surrounded by all things adorable, delicate, and itty bity. And you kind of get used to the cute. But sometimes, it'll hit you, and hit you hard. Like this morning, I spent a good, long while just staring at a pair of delicious baby hands. One hand was wrapped around the daddy's finger. One hand was wrapped ...
There’s No Place Like Home
Today was a typical day at the beach. You know, it was hot. We read. We relaxed. And braced for a tornado. What? You mean you're not used to doing that at 4pm on a Sunday? Yeah, neither are we. When the news broke of the Tornado Warning, my Poppop kicked into high gear. I was otherwise occupied, you know, pumping, so, when I answered his call downstairs, I ...
A Baby Story, Chapter 5: A Happy Ending
D-day had arrived. Or, should I say, D-night. D-night, as in due night. D night as in delivery night. D night as in “Do you think I can really do this? With no drugs?” D is for drug free, don’t you know. My water was broken, My contractions were steady, My IV was in, It was, Actually, Really, Truly, No doubt about it, Happening. Yet, still, there were ...
my wish
You know you have a good guy, when he's in the kitchen, sterilizing the bottles and pump attachments, and runs up the stairs, and into the bedroom, to tell you that it's 11:11, and to make a wish, because he knows that you are superstitious, and that 11 just so happens to be your lucky number. Yeah, I think I'll keep him.
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