Sparked by a recent conversation with my friend Hillary, I have decided I need to post my thoughts about a certain series of novels written by Stephenie Meyer. Particularly the relationship between one, Bella, and the object of her affection. The supposedly uber hot vampire, Edward. Believe me when I say Edward has been well cast in the movie which is scheduled for release in December of this year. I thought Robert Pattinson was exceedingly good looking when I first saw him in Harry Potter ...
There are moments when a flood of memories rushes through your mind. In the span of a single breath, your pulse quickens, your eyes stare blankly, and the pain or joy of many moments plays across your face. Then comes the exhalation. The recognition of who or what you are staring at that triggered those memories. The realization of the life you are living now. The immense gratitude or sorrow that things are not the way you thought they would be when you were living out those memories. All ...
She sits slumped over the black and white keys, hands in her lap. Her eyes are closed as she slowly rocks forward, letting her head drop. She stops, her nose so close to one of the keys it tingles in anticipation of the actual touch. A single tear forms in the corner of her closed eyelid and begins it’s descent down the slope of her nose. It tickles her skin yet she makes no effort to interrupt its descent. Now it clings to the tip of her nose and stretches, bridging the gap momentarily ...
When you’re a baby, it takes intense concentration and immense effort, to poop. Vanessa's grunts can be heard throughout the apartment. Her face goes red and her eyes glaze over. After she had finished one such episode this evening I began to change her diaper. Ethan came our way and stopping in his tracks with a look of amazement on his face said, ” I didn’t know girl’s could poop!!” Me: *silence and amazemen ...
I’ve been sitting here commenting on some of my favorite blogs, frequently checking on the baby crawling around on the floor. One comment took a little less than two minutes to formulate. I turned around to see a happy baby smiling at me with completely blue fists and a blue mouth. “Ack!” I cried, startled. I ran to her and grabbed a tiny blue ink pad out of her baby fist (it was the top to a Spiderman pen Caleb left on the floor). She then stuck her tongue out at me which was also completely ...
If one of my children barges into the bathroom when more time on me I’m going to cry. Our crummy apt. door locks only work 1/3 of the time and a closed door means nothing to these kiddos. At least Caleb made me laugh after he pounded the door open earlier today right after I had stepped out of the shower. He took one look at me and said with worry on his face, “Mom, your weenies aw gone!” “Yes indeed son. Thank you for letting me know. NOW GET OUT!!” Peeing is a spectacle. Showering ...
“Mom, did you just hear dat fart when I was going pee pee?” I blink rapidly and look at my five year old son before answering with sarcasm. “No, I did not have that pleasure." “Well, it just went like, POP!!” he says with a clap of the hands “Fascinating,” I reply “Oh, and duh Mickey Mouse Club house is like yellow and red,” he adds before traipsing off. Random and frequently involving bodily functions; those are the extent of my daytime conversations. And I wonder why I feel so ...
