Taking deep gulps of
Insisting our attention is directed appropriately.
Raspberry giggles and silent smiles
Do there job.
Mimicking facial expressions
Or singing in the key of ‘coo’.
Not interested in these Baby Classes, preferring
To watch other babies and learn
How to be.
Where to begin? With a funny anecdotal story about trying to leave the house in time for baby class when Peaches (my daughter, not her real name) has a blow out and as I am changing her she pees and vomits everywhere?
No, not there as although I laughed when it happened at the absurdity of my new situations-but later cried because it caused us to miss our bus, miss our class and I miss the only opportunity for adult contact outside my husband that week.
And I felt bitter towards my infant that afternoon, mature right?
Or perhaps I will begin with how every fibre in my body begs for the sweet relief of some “me time” or a break from mommy mode but I also feel uncomfortable with the idea of being away from Peaches for over an hour?
No, not there as I don’t really have any other options as it is just the hubs and I. He works and I am on maternity leave. Case closed.
Or should we begin with how I am astounded at the rate that Peaches is developing?
Nah, that’s boring!
Oh well, I may not be able to decide where to start but I know where to end as lil darling ain’t gonna burp herself!
Or will she?
Not an instructional blog but the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth - so help me Mom.