Despite my best efforts, the floor is once again littered with crayons, barrettes and dried-up flowers Chebbles has brought in from the bushes outside.
Gigi is sitting in her high chair eating a peanut butter and honey sandwich, and Baby C is in the swing sleeping fitfully, needing her pacifier replaced every 7 minutes or do.
Our counter is piled high with colorful fruit and vegetables I bought at the farmer's market. I'm spending too much money at the farmer's market, I think as I scam some of Gigi's sandwich.
We're listening to a collection of Cole Porter songs because Oma loved them. She felt these songs viscerally, and would sway as she sang and remembered them. Her favorite lyric was from "Night and Day": "Night and Day, under the hide of me..." She loved that idea, that something would be "under the hide of me."
I miss her. I miss her. I miss her.
About Me
- Shaken Mama
- Hub-D and I are raising three girls: Chebbles (9/05), Gigi (2/08) and Birdy (5/09). After a wild and woolly reproductive journey, including three miscarriages and one misdiagnosed miscarriage (Hello Birdy!), we've begun trying to educate our very gifted Chebbles, while keeping some kind of track of of her sisters.
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3 comments:
Just wanted to say thanks for your blog. I found it after I had a scary miscarriage at 12 weeks and it really helped me to recover. Just knowing that someone else had gone through it and had many of the same feelings I did was healing. It was also inspiring to know you went on to have more kids. Thanks for telling it like it was. I'm sorry for your losses (including Oma) but grateful that you have shared your experiences with honesty and humor.
Thanks for your comment, I'm so glad that you were able to find something of a community here. I wish you only the best as you continue on your (admittedly scary!) journey.
In the more mundane communing-with-you vein, my floors presently have a watercolor painted toilet paper roll, a kiddo guitar, a tipped over basket of laundry, which would be thanks to Changa taking flying leaps off the couch onto the roof her Little Tikes car and rolling as fast as she can (until I but the kabosh on it), and that's just in my immediate view of a few square feet of floor.
Your Oma had good taste in music!!!!
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