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Slow Burn

Posted on November 17, 2012

Of course my mother hates this about me but it is in fact my nature to always … how should I put this? Sober up. I am the person who never lets a good thing go on too long. We’ve been enjoying an amazingly happy stretch with baby Jo recently, he’s ninety percent smiles and ten percent poop these days and it has been just brilliant being with him, but for me as happy as I’ve been, still something had to give. So it did. My babe has started to teethe. If you can believe it my three and a half month old is teething. No sprouted pearly whites yet but his gums are clearly bugging my little critter because Jonah is all fists…

The Kid Stinks, People. Capital P. Capital U.

Posted on November 14, 2012

How about a haphazard entry about nothing in particular, a little of this and a little of that kind of update? No wildly heady themes, no symbolism or sentiment. Just the thoughts that are rattling around up there in my noggin, yeah? Good. So, good god my kid stinks. Doesn’t matter how much we bathe him or what we dunk him in or which product we soap him down with, the stench that clings to Jonah lives on! The second I get him out of the bath and feed him for the first time Jonah decides it is giggly smile time and he lets the formula bubble out of his mouth, down his chin and into his neck rolls. Those neck rolls are like…

Once Upon a Time in a Mall Food Court

Posted on November 10, 2012

I never get tired of waking up in the morning to find my husband absent from our bed. And, no I don’t mean that like it sounds. What I mean to say is I never grow tired from rolling over to find him gone, moved to the living room with Jonah. I listen to hear their conversation and inevitably I will hear Hubby say “Hello, my son.” or “Yeah, that’s my boy!” even “Hey, dude. Hey dude, you’re so cute I want to put you in a pie!” Whatever that means I don’t know but it is heart-warmingly cute to hear secretly from a room away. After each sentiment Hubby whispers to Jonah there is a pause and then the sound of baby Jo’s…

For my Son

Posted on November 4, 2012

Love, today you are three months three months, and ten months and a lifetime in my heart Old soul, Old soul, who are you? So collected somehow and so calm Breathing and living, lapping at life like the tide I am your shore. I will be your shelter. As your tightened fists grow forgiving, trusting, and open. These little sea anemone hands of yours grasp and release my own as you learn you need me, and you don’t and as you learn your freedoms, I will watch you change and forever reshape this shore for I am the sea that bore you, my love. And, you will go on to places I cannot follow But for now, old soul, you are just three months.…