If we were having coffee, we would be here for a long time since its been awhile since we met! We had birthday parties, both in Ohio and in St. Louis. (Oh yeah, Wee One is two. What did you do that she has to be two? 🙂
Tag: Love
I Met My “One” In High School
Dancing with Fireflies posed the question: Where did you find love? I know I’ve written about different parts of me and Cohiba coming together, but I don’t think I’ve shared the story in it’s entirety. And it’s a really good story. 🙂
In Praise of Toddlers
Wee One is a toddler. So truly a toddler, and it’s only going to get more toddler-y as she goes. I’m more afraid of this phase than any other, I think. I’m afraid I’ll lose my patience or my way, that we’ll lose our bond or connection, and that we will start a lifetime of not liking each other. I wanted to keep positive details about toddler in my mind. To this end, I googled, “in praise of toddlers,” and sadly, didn’t find much.
So I’m writing something.
Love In Off-Key Singing
Wee One has a pretty regular bedtime routine, and it revolves around the letter B. Bedtime britches (an overnight diaper), bottle, brush teeth, book, and then bed. After the book and before bed is a prayer and song, but those don’t start with B, so I don’t include them. They’re part of the “bed” part of the routine.
I cradle her in my arms and rock and sing her “Baby Mine” from Dumbo, which I have done since she was about 4 months old, and Cohiba, who does not sing at all, has learned the words from hearing me sing it so many times.
A Bummer of Growing Up
The Wee One got up at 5:00 this morning, God help us. Â She’s been sniffly and her sleep was disjointed last night. I got up with her, we did our morning things, and she took her first (blessedly long) nap. Â After we got up from that and had been up for awhile, Cohiba got up as well and came out to the living room to greet us. Â While he was holding her,
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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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. Â 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.
A World Of Difference
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Kindness of Strangers.”
I have found, more times than I can count, that strangers are unfailingly kind. When I was lost in Paris one night getting off the metro, the old woman who walked me to my hostel was kind. When I was on the phone with my insurance company and the Wee One was screaming in the background, the receptionist was so kind. Â When I drop things now and she’s in my arms, people are so helpful in retrieving my items and getting settled more securely.
Valentine’s Day Reflections
This is Valentine’s Day in the U.S. (so it probably bleeds elsewhere), and this one has a lot of firsts for me.
This is my first Valentine’s Day as a married woman.
This is my only pregnant Valentine’s day.
And this has put me in a reflective mood.
Processing Change Through A Painting
It begins and ends with love.
When I first learned I was pregnant, I was lost; overwhelmed by swirling thoughts of anxiety and fear. I sought insight from dear friends and internet strangers, and one idea from these searches struck me: No matter the fear or anxiety or dread I felt, this Wee One was created by the stong and beautiful love I am lucky enough to share with Cohiba.
I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving 