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Fifth Birthday 2007-06-12 07:38:00 Fifth Birthday
I have never baked a cake at midnight before.Sifting flour and cocoa, knowing you sleep in my bed upstairsExhausted eyes finally grew heavy .We didn't brush your teeth or hair.I will be up until quarter of two tonight, cleaning.Every year further from that nightwhen low thunder and summer rain guided you into the world.Further from the wonder and disbelief at hearing birdsong-birdsong-from behind the shaded windowshaving no sense of time or spaceamazed that hours had passedand found the bluish first light of dawnFurther every year from my bellypost partumheavy and exquisitely softmarked by silvery fish scalesand shadowed in plum,my breasts weeping milk.I have long since surrendered to the of each passing momentGrieving, celebrating, grieving,the everything of our days. Read more:Fifth
I watched you sleep
fingers falling from your mout... 2007-06-20 20:21:00 I watched you sleepfingers falling
from your mouthface surrendering in reveriepeaceful, jaw slacklike I had seen so many timesso long agowhen we slept togetherso oftenbut now I catch only glimpsesof my past teeny babyyour dad carried you to the houseyou sunk into his chesthis chin, the crook of his neckjust like you did thenwe melt, sigh, rememberwaiting for the next timewe can watch you sleeplike this.
Summer of Dad 2007-06-29 09:37:00 When my daughter was about 18 months and I was deep in the mama haze a well meaning friend gently assured me that it would get easier. She said that around two years old most kids make a shift from all- mama-all- the -time to being smitten with Dad. Daddy becomes the fave for baths, food, etc... Well my daughter didn't do that until she turned five -- but now she has done it with a bang. That's why this is the Summer
of Dad!My husbands work schedule changes in the summer months giving him more daytime at home. So this summer- swim lessons with Dad! Fishing ( and catching something everytime she drops her line!)-- with Dad! Creemees? daddy daddy daddy..Each night that I am at work they go off on a major adventure. It has only been two weeks but we have crossed a bridge here. So, imagine my surprise when in talking to me she says,"Dad- oh I mean, Mom..." WHAT!? For five years she calls dad by the wrong name, screams for me when she gets hurt, prefers my method of cutting sandwiches and
I need a housemate 2007-07-23 07:40:00 I need a housemate and I am terrified. Why? I have a five-year-old. Should I be concerned for his safety, a stranger in our home? Concerned about infringing on the space of a housemate with all the power struggles and tantrums? I have no idea how to get through this one. But I am posting here to see if anyone needs a room in a lovely three-bedroom Montpelier apartment. Or if anyone knows of anyone...you know how it goes. So, here is my offer: $500 a month for a private bedroom, heat, parking, trash removal included, in a spacious, convenient to town, Montpelier apartment. Must be kid-frienldy and non-smoking. Oh, and we have a cat. Thanks mamas.Inquiries can call me: 223-1802
When will he ever wipe his own butt!? 2007-08-14 20:26:00 Anyone else out there with this problem? My five-year-old still calls me in to the bathroom to wipe his butt after his business is done, and I am just not in the mood anymore. I try all the encouraging, "You can do it yourself, you're a big boy" stuff, and he ends up sitting there whinning "Mommmmmeeee! I can't do it. I really need you to come wipe my butt." Over and over, I have no repreive, until I go wipe this little person's poopy behind. Do other kids this age do this, or are they all wiping peacefully in self-sufficient bliss? I feel I am doomed to wiping butts forever!
Finding me 2007-08-14 12:20:00 originally written 8/1/05What am I doing?I am a mama of two boys now.Is this my life now?Chunky spit ups -mustard stained diapersscreams and cries of toddler angstAm I really writing about toddler angst?What do these kids have to pine over?My bottom has finally stopped hurting and bleeding. It was a glorious day when I could stop wearing the torpedo sized maxi pads. Speaking of torpedoes let me tell you about these boobs I now have. 24 hour milk store open for business – non stop supply.This morning I had to drop my 3 ½ (not 3 as he would tell you) son at preschool. After the baby spit milk chunks all over the car as we were pulling out of the driveway, after a full clothing change and diaper change we made it to the preschool at 9:30. I was secretly looking forward to dropping him off and venturing downtown to my first mama group at Radio Bean coffee shop on Winooski Ave. He of course being 3 ½ (not 3) had other plans. He resisted, begged, pleaded, cried and pulled my leg to take
Metamorphosis and the Illusion of Control 2007-09-08 17:40:00 A week ago while cleaning my basil harvest I found a monarch caterpillar chrysalis. Just dangling on the stalk in its perfect jade green splendor, laced neatly with a glimmering golden thread. It was just THERE when I looked. Nothing prepared me for it. I have looked on the underside of every milkweed plant waiting for a glimpse and never found one. Here at the bottom of a heavy pile of basil that was crammed into a tote bag on my kitchen floor for days is this fabulous, impossibly smooth miracle. I put it in a jar and wait.Only a few days before, my daughter (just barely five years old) gets two loose teeth. Front and center just where they should be. They wiggle and wiggle. She wobbles and twists them. One is ready to go for sure. I knowingly dispense the requisite firm cinnamon raisin bagel and-- it is free! A perfect window to poke her finger into. Sophia puts her tooth in a plastic, hot pink "tooth treasure trove" for safe keeping forever. Why give something like that away to a f Read more:Metamorphosis
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My Two Selves or Like Having Two Seasons at Once 2008-04-06 20:05:00 The scope of winter things:the baby in the bed,frost on the windshield.A low pervasive hum is Springas silent snow falls and gathers unseen.Just last week the moon hung low in a pale blue skystill and more silent than night.I wished for greeninstead of last night's dishes in the sink.There was the sun showing,my rhythms, like plants, turn to its glowing,a miracle on the brink.I used to gather sticks for my survivalnow I buy four loaves of fresh rye,an engine idles nearby,a street corner's revival.There's stasis in the daily shuffle.People, kids, papers, things, dust and dirtmove back and forth like love and hurt,move back and forth between home and work, it's awfulhow a self can be divided.It takes a child to show that life's alrightlook at the shadow of the spider in the flashlightit's he Read more:Having
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