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29 Dec 2009
Tied Up

This reads like beat poetry

Last night it was 34 minutes to midnight (bongo)

and Big Daddy was desperate to beat my score on “Perfect 10″ (bongo bongo)

and there comes a cry from upstairs (much feverish bongoing)

I wait (bongo)

the dreaded five whole minutes (bongo bongo)

because I already have one that won’t sleep and am not eager to repeate that mistake (much feverish bongoing)

I chew my non-existant nails for five whole minutes (bongo)

and then race up the stairs to thump the butt of she with the rosebud lips and seashell ears (bongo)

And as soon as that one’s quiet her sister cries “owie” in her sleep from down the hall (bongo bongo)

and I am plagued (much feverish bongoing)

The speech therapist had caught her pulling on her ear and I watched all day with nary a sign of discord and now it was 20 minutes to midnight and “owieing” was going on and I just knew that we’d end up in the ER with a kid with a miserable ear infection before morning.

(extra long feverish bongoing)

But morning rolled around (bongo)

and no more owies (bongo)

only concern over the overly long pooping time of the newly acquired goldfish(bongo bongo)

Maybe the bullet is dodged.

(silence)

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06 Sep 2009
Baby Bee • LittleBit • The Princess

It’s Sunday Morning

And this week it feels like a bonus Saturday.  Tomorrow can be Sunday, the day before everyone goes back to work and school.  And the best thing?  Tuesday is still Tuesday and we skip Monday.

Big Daddy is cooking a belated breakfast in the kitchen.  Littlebit fell asleep in the car at 6:30 and went to bed early and was up early as a result and since I’ve legally changed my name to Sleep Deprived Crazy Lady, Big Daddy let Baby Bee and I linger in bed, Baby Bee sleeping on my chest with the top of her head tucked under my chin tightly.  I always figure that was how it might have felt for her in utero, at least a little bit.  Her head tucked snugly up against me, her hand by her face, her knees drawn up as warm as my body with my heartbeat filling her ears.    Littlebit slept that way. The Princess slept that way both on me and Big Daddy.  They slept better and longer that way, which is why I slept late this Sunday morning.

The Princess is with Grandma, being the Queen Bee.  Playing computer games undisturbed, watching t.v. without having to share.  Probably eating eggs and drinking chocolate milk to her heart’s content.  Probably happy with the silence just like we all are when we get it.

Littlebit’s First Day of School outfit sits next to ma, waiting for a washing in time for her day on Tuesday.  I’m excited and anxious for her, just like I am for the Princess when her first day draws near.  Hopeful for the good things, worried about the bumps growing brings.

Baby Bee’s swing makes a swishing nose. LIttlebit is wearing a package of diapers on her foot like a slipper.  Breakfast is done.  It’s 8 minutes until Sunday afternoon.

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15 Jul 2009
Baby Bee • Photos

Size Five

My ring, not her feet.

You can put her three littlest toes in it together.

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13 Jul 2009
Baby Bee • Photos

The Difference

Between two kids and three? So far, just leaky boobs and an extra kid.

And a lot more diapers. Potty training Littlebit coming after our August vacation…

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29 Jun 2009
Baby Bee • LittleBit • The Princess • Tied Up

Tomorrow is D-Day

This entry was initially published on my personal blog on September 11, 2006. The day before Littlebit was born. I thought it was fitting to include it here as we prepare to leave to have Baby Bee because it still encompasses many of the emotions I’m feeling right now.

Delivery day, that is. After many long discussions, Big Daddy and I decided to take our doctor’s offers to induce and Littlebit will be born sometime tomorrow. We have an 8 a.m. at the hospital to get things started. Since I’ve managed to make some progress on my own (nearly 4 cm now) hopefully tomorrow won’t be as long as the Princess’s birth was (18 hours from water breaking to birth).

The house is ready. The clothes are washed, the bags are packed, the bassinet is set up, the swing is ready, things are washed, the film is loaded. We have some last minute things to do today–packing the Princess for her time with Grandma. Making sure the house is tidy.

It was bittersweet last night, tucking the Princess into bed. The clock is ticking now and tomorrow we won’t be a family of three anymore. While I look forward to Littlebit and bing a family of four and seeing the Princess be a sister. I’ve loved us as a family of three so much and it’s a little sad to see that pass by us. That who we’ve been for six year plus stops tomorrow. And that sort of change is a little overwhelming to say the last.

i think the Princess is lamenting that a little as well. She’s trying to be happy, but I think she has mixed feelings about what this new person will do to her life. I can’t blame her. As much as we reassure here that not everything will change, we can’t tell her that everything is going to stay the same for her. And she’s smart and she knows that.

Yesterday morning the Princess hopped into bed with us to be monkey in the middle. I told her that, even with Littlebit, she could still be monkey in the middle. She accepted that and said, yes, but Littlebit will be here too. And she’s right.

The next time we post, it will be with pictures of our new girl and our girls together. I can’t wait to take that picture.

Wish us luck!

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