dear baby,
and now…waving “bye bye”…
that’s just ironic…
right?
very sincerely,
me (still spinnin’)
dear baby,
over the past 7½ minutes (or so) you’ve…
- sprouted four new pearlies…
- learned to clap those two gloriously chubba-fingered fists…
- mastered getting up onto and down off of that cutie caboose…
- started synchronizing…one hand…one knee…one hand…crawling…
- hoisted yourself up onto those delicious “little” drumsticks…
- and decided which ivy league you want to attend come fall…
i don’t think you’re obeying me…
very sincerely,
me (your spinnin’-headed mama)
dear blog,
okay!
alright!
fine!
so these apples didn’t fall far from the tree…
happy?!?
very sincerely,
me
– circa spring, 2008
dear migraine,
i’ve got better things to be doin’, don’tcha know!
very sincerely,
me
dear raw unfiltered unpasteurized apple cider vinegar,
how come every time my eye catches a glimpse of you way back there in the fridge, my salivary glands get all tingly-stressed and my stomach curls up?
very sincerely,
me
dear little people,
this week…digging. digging is your “hobby”…
digging…digging…digging…“to the center of the earth!”
you have a ways to go yet…
very sincerely,
me (your broken record titled “quit trackin’ mud all over this house!” mama)
p.s.
this week…laundry. laundry is my hobby…
– hannah’s image
“these thighs…cry every night for you!”
dear baby,
as you’ve gained in months, more have asked, “is he sleeping through the night, yet?”
and as each night crept…and you called out…i began to feel pressed…
but your sweet daddy said, “he’s your last one…you’ll regret rushing this…”
~ just love, love, lovin’ that daddy ~
so if you’re not ready…that’s just fine…
‘cause i’m not ready either.
and if i could…i’d go back…
and i’d get right up…and step into that dark…and reach right down, feeling for your brothers’ and sisters’ warm, squishy little bodies…
and i’d snatch them right up…if only one more time…and snuggle right down with them…
if only i could…
i’d forget the rushing…the urgency for “schedules” and “standards”…
‘cause time’s growing you all up fast enough…
and how i wish i hadn’t helped it along so much!
so, so thankful for you…our little eighth chance!
very sincerely,
me (your contented sleepy mama)
thank you
grampa lou cornish – marines
major; aircraft maintenance officer
grampa bert deardorff – army air corps
flight mechanics crew chief
grampa calvin norton – navy
bosun’s mate (boatswain)
~ and ~
grampa richard orth – air force
commissioned flight officer (pilot)
dear blog,
just one…
one!
these girlies have a lengthy history of prior offenses…
– – –
forget sockin’ away money for college…these poor little boys are gonna need their daddy to fund some serious counseling when they’re older!
i mean really…c’mon!
nobody in their right mind would accessorize
a camo print with another print!!!
obviously, in this case…basic black…or…maybe…a splash of
color…a complimentary shade of green, perhaps…would’ve
been a much more fashion-conscious choice!
but this? this just isn’t right…
– october 11, 2007
– – –
heaven help them…
very sincerely,
me