I’ve spent a considerable amount of time thinking about all the ways I was disappointed in both of my experiences giving birth. I had been forming a post about it, yet again. Then I woke up and realized today is my best friend’s daughter’s fourth birthday, and reflected on that instead.
The summer child is running, the summer child is running again.
The summer child is running, the summer child is running again
When you hear the feet and the sound of laughter,
Better step aside for the mayhem after
Here she comes, yeah the summer child is running again.
– Dar Williams
“I am regular reader, how are you everybody?
This piece of writing posted at this site is genuinely nice.”
“…if i don’t get out soon I’ll lose my mind
take me anywhere surprise me.”
– Eddie From Ohio
I’m just so glad we paid to get Lorelei’s school pictures. She couldn’t even be bothered to frown. She is demonstrating the complete absence of expression, and I was reminded of this picture of me at about the same age, sitting on Santa’s lap, wearing a look that said this is totally not the real Santa, so why are you wasting my time here.
Toto, I’ve a feeling we’re not in preschool anymore.
I’m not the mother I expected to be.