This prompt suggests we say something we love about ourselves, that we too our own horn.
So here I go.
Category: Wee One
How Sahara Knows She’s A Mother – Top 10
Anecdotal blogs and articles list ways to know you’re a parent or a mother, and they’re usually ironic and sometimes a little poignant. I don’t know if this will be, but I have my own list with many things I hadn’t considered before.
Nap time Stream Of Consciousness
why won’t this child’s eyes close? I’m about to drop over right here, and my back hurts.
She’s warm and small, though, but I can feel how she’s growing.
There they close.
I think I’ll sleep with her, too. So tired.
Damn, open again. Maybe I can love on her head and that will do it.
Okay, closed. Now don’t move.
Crazy Dream
This is an old post, a draft I probably started in April or May. Before you go on, let me tell you that Jersey Shore was not the bad dream. At least not directly.
This Is The Song That Never Ends
The Wee One loves music and she loves to hear me sing, which is good since I love to sing. I started singing her full name to the tune of Frere Jacques (which is something my own mother did for me when I was young) but after I finished the first verse, a scant eight lines, I started to make up more.
What Do You Mean I’m Not Immortal??
I didn’t have anyone close to me who passed away as a child, and I think the first time I became painfully aware of life’s fragility was coming out of a coma.
Deeper History For A “Lumpy Sock”
I have written before about the expression “lumpy sock,” one that my family uses to refer to a newborn. I thought it was just a cute and affectionate way to refer to a baby or something small and precious.
Schedule Writing – Evil or Good?
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Golden Hour.”
I’m trying to work out a schedule for our transitioning household. Wee One is four months now and I’ve heard that everything will be easier for her if we have a schedule. I’ve tried to come up with one but I hate schedules! I hate being trapped or confined. I think schedules are lame.
But they really are good for people, especially small ones. Especially when we’re moving and so much is changing. I’m also finding they’re good for new moms and their heightened anxiety. So I’m trying to do this schedule.
Quarter Year Memories
Wee One will be four months old tomorrow. This morning, Cohiba said: she’ll be a quarter of a year old tomorrow. I threw a pillow at him for reminding me she’s older than I want her to be. (We’ve been living in a hotel room until the corporate housing comes available tomorrow, and, just as a side note, hotel room living isn’t as fun as I thought it would be!)
Make a Joyful Noise
Having a baby means I don’t get to create and make art like I used to, at least not as much as I want, but I find I’m creating in different ways. In particular, musical ways. There are lot I sing to her every day, songs that fit into different kinds of categories.
I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving 