If we were having coffee, we would talk about friendship. How it changes over time and how we make different kinds of friends at different points in our lives.
What It Means To Have A Child With A Girl Without A Father
Awhile ago I reblogged a post on what it means to date a girl without a father, and I think there needs to be a follow up article on what it means to have a child with a woman without a father. Just like its tricky to date one, its tricky to start a family with one.
Here’s what you need to know:
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10 Songs I Never Want To Hear Again
Who doesn’t like music, right? And some songs a little more than others. Then it happens that the song that was so awesome and catchy just becomes… tired. Then sometimes, it moves from tired to eye-rolling. Finally, from eye-rolling to “Dear God, not again!” (Oh yeah, sorry this is late. Life with a baby)
Weekend Coffee Share #3
If we were having coffee, we would have trouble finding a place to sit. It’s busy in here today! You remark, but then remember this neighborhood is hosting an apple picking festival. Will they start selling cider? I wonder aloud, remembering ciders I’d had over the years. There was a booth at one of renaissance fairs named the “Cup and Chaucer,” which I think is so delightful. They had hot cider on sale for $2, and as my first morning drink, it sounded awesome. It wasn’t until I started sipping that I realized it wasn’t alcoholic, (hence the low price.) I also realized the hot drink in my pewter mug meant burned my lips and tongue.
What Reminds YOU?
When we brought the Wee One home from the hospital, the first few days were, as promised, difficult. Recovering from surgery, tired, in pain, feeding the Wee One every few hours, crying, struggling with the latch, what felt like endless pumping…
Seattle Area Oddities – Top Ten
This a just a list of a few things that stand out to me as different. Not wrong or bad, just things I’m not used to as a Midwesterner.
Weekend Coffee Share* #2
If we were having coffee, the meeting would start with a long hug. You would talk about your children recently in a car accident and currently recovering. You would tell me about the driver who hit them and insurance woes your family is right now facing. You would cry a little bit and I would hold your hand. You would ask me to get your mind off it, so I would tell you about my first “mom’s night out.” An actual mom’s night out!
I had fun, but I made several rookie drinking mistakes: I mixed my liquors, I hadn’t had much to eat the day of the event, and I didn’t get something greasy to eat on the way home. At three the next morning, my head was killing me, and the Wee One needed to eat. I thought I was going to die while I fed her, and after she fell back asleep, I got sick. Cohiba took over in the bedroom with her and I slept on the couch. Ugh, embarrassing.
If we were having coffee, we would talk about our days at the Ren fair and laugh about the cast party. I would lament about the weak Ren fair in Washington and we would talk about other forms of cosplay that Cohiba and I are considering. As a Doctor Who fan, I would LOVE to dress up as a Weeping Angel, or, as a slightly older woman with pond curly hair, I could be River Song. I don’t know how I would incorporate the Wee One in it, though. Or maybe Wonder Woman, as this ties into a dream I had in my early pregnancy. I would ask you who you would want to be, and you would say something awesome.
At this point, you would decide you would like that piece of carrot cake, and when you come back with it you break off a little piece for me.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you about movie theaters up here that have “mommy and me” showings – shows when they turn down the volume and babies are welcome. They didn’t have that when your kids were babies, you said, but you took your youngest anyway, just because the older kids really wanted to see Mulan and you couldn’t get a baby sitter.
Speaking of kids, we would talk about Halloween costumes! This is my first one with a child, and you have LOTS of ideas having been through so many years of costumes. You would tell me a story about two of the kids going as a rainbow and a pot of gold, but then they started fighting and your daughter with gold face paint started crying and got it all over her costume.
Like our time began, we would part with a long hug and you promise to come visit me in Washington soon.
*With my friend Kimecha
Rooty Toot Toot
This prompt suggests we say something we love about ourselves, that we too our own horn.
So here I go.
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.
Weekend Coffee Share * #1
If we were having coffee, it wouldn’t be for very long. I’m not feeling very well, you see, having gotten my first cold from the Wee One, who picked it up at a play group meet up. You groan in understanding. This will not be the last cold, you tell me, and you relate times your kids got you sick. Something gross happened one time, and I shudder.
I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving 