She turned sixteen yesterday.
She's no longer the sweet chubby-faced baby I knew so well. I knew every inch of her, in the knowing way of mothers, from the curls that swooped around her curving ears to her fat little toes I kissed each morning.
I knew her quirks and her desires, how she liked her oatmeal and how her brother made her squeal. She made me beam with just her existence. And her face would light up like a mirror of mine when she saw me.
Fiber One Memories
In a way, looking back, it seemed a long, long time since she had been eighteen, but in another way her memories were so clear and vivid that it seemed like yesterday. ~Helen Hooven Santmyer
Zowie, but the kid was a screamer.First, she had colic, a condition that also made me cry a lot. Poor Byron would desperately knead my hand, pleading, “What can I do? Just tell me what I can do.” That’s what it looked like as I read his lips, anyhow. For all I could hear, he might actually have been saying, “Do you have a hoe? Joe has a nice rainbow.”Some months later, half-deaf and -dead from the colic, we attempted sleep training....more
And it tasted like Pepto Bismo.For a change of pace, I decided to catch my children off-guard with being festive this year. All it took was sending everyone an “adorable” Valentine’s app and a lot of Splenda packets to conjure up the sweetness in our lives for a day. At least that’s what I thought. Guess they don’t call them Conversation Candy for nothing! Have a look Me:...more
There once was a 6 pack of English muffins in my bread box. When I took a muffin out for myself - I unraveled the twisty tie and reached in for my treat. Two hours later, I realize another muffin is gone and the bag is torn open right down the middle of the package.I asked my daughter while she was eating said muffin - why did you make this great big hole in the package? I am frustrated at the fact that I now have to find something else for the remaining muffins to go in before they get stale....more