Category: mommified
mud monster
K and I decided on a change of scenery for lunch today so I packed up her sandwich and my salad, grabbed some lemonade from the fridge and we were off to the park to eat lunch under the trees. After choosing a table with just the right mixture of sun and shade we sat … Continue reading mud monster
water glass
pack animal
Over the last 5 years that K has been in school (2 year preschool, kindergarten, first grade and now second grade is ending) I have slowly weened her off the pack animal that is mama. When she was in preschool all I could think was "Seriously, she's old enough to be in school yet she … Continue reading pack animal
even here…
There's an internal monologue which plays through my head in the mornings as I go about my tasks. Stick to my schedule. As I wake K from slumber, get her ready for school not so much by doing for her as I used to, but by carefully not doing for her. By hanging at the … Continue reading even here…
mothered
Two days before I left on my trip to Austin my mother flew in from the Midwest. She came for two reasons, both greatly appreciated. My trip was very close to my daughters birthday, for which my mom comes into town each year anyway. But the timing, the early arrival was due to the fact … Continue reading mothered
little sleeps
Every night has the same routine. That doesn't mean that every night is the same. They all have their own special set of circumstances. A different set of challenges. Conversations. A new story to read or a new chapter to begin. The pjs change. Sometimes the cats curl up at the foot of her bed. … Continue reading little sleeps
eight
Eight years ago my life changed in the most amazing way. I met the most remarkable person. Someone who will be tied to my heart, my life, my existence for all time. It was eight years ago today that my beautiful daughter K was born. When I held her in my arms I didn't imagine … Continue reading eight
wishing for rain…
My mornings start relatively early. With the blare of my alarm. A cloud of confused thought as I fall out of a dream. The stretching of muscles and the cool soft fabric of my sheets on my toes as I reach with them for a part of the bed my skin hasn't warmed. Oh and … Continue reading wishing for rain…
the curious timing of K Kaos
My child, and I like to assume all the other children in the world do this too as it makes me feel better, only wakes up early when it is least opportune for me. And on Christmas. On a normal school day? Impossible to get her out of bed until 7. On a Saturday she's … Continue reading the curious timing of K Kaos
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