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Bumping Noses in the Dark

Precious moments with my now six-month old child come and go so fast. 

Yesterday, it is 4:30 AM and I am in the room with my now six-month old child when he awakes. His eyes are wide and his smile bright. He kicks his legs and flails his arms, showing that he has no further interest in sleeping. It is time to play.

I pluck him out of his baby-size hammock and lay back on the bed. The room is completely dark, but our eyes adjust–his likely more capable of seeing than mine. As I hold him on my chest I can see the shadows of his smile, hear his coos, and feel his hands trembling at my beard.

He likes it when we bump our noses together. I slowly tilt his body towards mine until the big “nose bumping” event occurs. He giggles. I pull him back upright. He waits patiently for the next nose bump.

Every event is new to him. We repeat this ritual for thirty minutes, all the while he laughs.

Mommy wakes up at 5:30 AM. Time for her to prepare for work. But she joins us on the bed.

She tells me about her dreams. I feed the baby a bottle.

The moments come and go so fast. I turn thirty-six years old one week from today. I was twenty-seven when I signed a contract to complete my book. So much has changed. Am I still the same person? I don’t feel that I have changed. But nothing around me is the same.

How You Know You Have a Great Mom (…and a kitty gif)

Kitty Wrinkles

A kitty playing with bed sheets, for your viewing pleasure. And now…on with the blog post.

A moment when my mother revealed what kind of a mother she is.

Bicycles and Suitcases Do Not Mix

Earlier this week I stayed the night at my parents’ house while traveling nearby for a doctor’s appointment.

I traveled primarily on bicycle.

Suitcases and bicycles do not mix.

All that I could bring, therefore, was what would fit in my backpack. Continue reading

Pavlov’s Kitchen

My family line has a unique set of kitchen habits. They’re nonsensical, yet deeply ingrained. I’m wondering if anyone else out their has a family with the same unique patterns.

Some of ours include, but are not limited to:

1 – Thoroughly washing the dishes by hand before putting them in the dishwasher.
2 – Keeping dixie cups and plates for reuse.
3 – Using the sink sponge to wipe up messes on the floor .
(Yes, I know, this one definitely needs to stop).
4 – Putting “Do not eat” on everything tasty .
(Everyone does this but me. ?)
5 – Storing the excess leftovers which do not fit in the fridge in the winter-chilled
garage on top of certain things which are…dirty as a lawn-mower–I’ll say that much.

Anyone else?