She’s Playing
She’s playing on the floor by herself.She just put the elephant in the bucket and she’s tapping it on the door.She’s happy, I’m happy here writing.But what if someday she doesn’t need me anymore?
She’s playing on the floor by herself.She just put the elephant in the bucket and she’s tapping it on the door.She’s happy, I’m happy here writing.But what if someday she doesn’t need me anymore?
You always do fine in the nursery.There’s plenty of toddlers to track.While your mama’s awayyou watch and you playuntil your mama comes back.
You always eat in the middle of the nightbut I should never complain.When else would I stop and realizethese thoughts within my brain?You eat and eat and go back to sleep,but I’m left wide awake.I’m hungry, too. (That’s nothing new.)I … Continued
Your eyes are sparklinglike your mama’s diamond ring,one hand wrapped ’round my fingerand one hand in the air.A giggle bubbles uplike an overflowing cup.Smile like a work of artmakes for mama’s liquid heart.
I thought the book was good,but she thought it was tearable.She liked one page a lot.I hope the fine is bearable.
You’ve been outside as much as in.That’s quite the milestone.In eighteen total months of life,just look how much you’ve grown!
It seems I have no timeif I wake up latebut when I wake up earlyI can’t stay up past eight.I’d like to need less sleep.My baby’d like that too.But we’re getting ready for bed.There’s only so much you can do!
“Why doesn’t she stay asleep?”I beg with a sigh.“Our baby has a strong consciousness,”is my husband’s reply,as she rolls to a crawl and agreeswith a twinkle in her eye.
When I catch up with people,I get behind on projects.When I catch up on projects,I get behind on sleep.But when you catch up on sleep,I catch up on everything.