Musings of a Newborn

Star date – 150120013, It’s been six weeks since I was forcibly ejected from my escape-pod.  Fortunately my captors have demonstrated compassion.  The two older captors – who call themselves Momma and Daddy – seem to be kind.  They take turns changing my space suit which inexplicably floods throughout the day.  The younger one, whom Momma and Daddy refer to […]

Baby’s 1st Time at Daycare

Today was the first time I put Baby in daycare.  My husband had the day off and we thought it would be fun to have an afternoon date.  We took Baby to daycare, signed a few forms at the front desk and then met the people who were going to watch our child.  Since this was our first time using daycare there was […]

Things You’re Not Supposed to Talk About

Who would have thought there are rules to blogging?  Yes, in fact there are.  One of the many don’ts of blogging is that you are never supposed to talk about why you haven’t been blogging.  Apparently it’s in poor taste.  Don’t ask me why.  I don’t make the rules.  But I do follow the rules…usually. So…I won’t talk about why […]

If Baby Could Talk – Pretty Kitty

Baby was on the floor rolling around from one end to the other.  He stopped when he saw Gwennie walking by.  With a wide smile and overwhelming happiness in his eyes he squealed with joy.  “Pretty Kitty!  Pretty, pretty kitty!” Gwennie, annoyed as usual, sneered at him as she marched by.  “Yes little thing; that’s right.  I’m pretty.  You’re very […]

A Random Conversation With My Husband.

It was an all too familiar moment.  I came home from grocery shopping; unloaded the baby and the groceries from the car and as I was putting everything away, I realized I forgot a key ingredient for that night’s dinner.  So, I called my husband. “Hey babe,” he answered. “Hey.  Watchya doing?” “Um…..I’m at work so I’m…um…working.” “You’re working? At […]

If Baby Could Talk – Changing Table Conversations

“Good morning baby,” I said with a big smile.  “Is that my happy boy?  Are you my happy boy?”  Baby was lying on his stomach, pushing himself up with his arms and smiling wide.  Every time I addressed him he giggled.  I lifted him out of the crib and gave him a big, squeaky kiss on his cheek before setting […]

If Baby Could Talk – A Very Scary Dream

“Momma!  Momma!” I cried. “Bad dream! Bad, bad dream!” Momma cam quickly into my room. “What is it baby?”  She lifted me out of my crib and cradled me in her arms, kissing away my tears.  “What happened?” “Scary,” I said, swallowing a large amount of drool. “What was scary?” Momma placed me onto the changing table and began removing […]