Monday, May 26, 2008

May 26th, 2008

Knock. Knock.

Who's there?

I'm officially somebody's mom.

You're officially somebody's mom, who?

I'm officially somebody's mom who...

Asked the 18-year-old babysitter if my outfit looked okay on our way out the other night.

Had to force myself to talk about things OTHER than Garrett at the party we went to.

Pulled over on a street off Laurel Canyon to breastfeed yesterday.

Feverishly filled a basket with countless jars of organic baby food because they were on sale.

Went to three different supermarkets looking for the organic soy formula we use.

Did cartwheels when Garrett started using sign language to ask for milk.

Laughed until I cried when Garrett giggled a couple days ago.

Cried when no one was looking my first day back to work.

Pumped breast milk during lunch my first day back to work.

Woke up at 2:36 in the morning... Seconds before Garrett woke up because his gums were killing him.

Ran circles around Garrett at the park last week while he was swinging... Just to make him laugh.

Felt insanely guilty after yelling at Garrett because he won't stay still on the changing table anymore. (I've since changed tactics.)

Looks forward to Thursdays, when I take Garrett to gym class and get to watch him explore and play.

Got the best compliment of my life yesterday... When someone told me Garrett's big, open-mouthed smile looked exactly like mine.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

The million and one ways children define life as a miracle,...plain and simple. Love & Laughter, AL

10:59 AM  
Blogger Bowler Hat Productions said...

I resist and I resist and I resist. And then YOU come along only to remind me that life (and this horrific world) can be OK sometimes.


5:02 PM  

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