Tuesday, January 22, 2008


My first born is 8.
He was almost born at my parents house, where we labored for 3 long days.
He and I just took it one contraction at a time.
He put me into a state of postpartum bliss.
He slept on my chest for his first 3 months.
We lived in a crappy neighborhood, but I didn't care as long as we were together.
He didn't talk until 3. But I understood him.
He is peer pressure immune, so far anyway.
He is a little Jack Kerouac, loves girls, loves wearing black.
He is morbid.
He loves Halloween the most.
He loves his brothers.
He prays every night.
He is complex, quiet, climbs fearlessly, loves music, is a great dancer.
He is my precious boy.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

He is all of that AND
sweet, loving, and caring

There is not a mean-spirited bone in his body, he cares for everyone around him. He is very special indeed.

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I'm just a mom in the world. A crunchy Catholic mama of 6 trying to make sense of it all and stay positive. 5 boys here & 1 in heaven. One awesome man who I get to grow old with. I help new moms breastfeed. I`m happy. I don`t go to shows or dance clubs every night but I would if I could. Where`s the nanny? When I see her she`s SO fired! One of my boys is super sweet and sensitive, another one is a holy terror. I learn a ton from all of them daily. Like Nigella says, as any parent of small children knows,there comes a point in the day where you can`t go any further without a drink! I love cocktail hour. I`d like nothing more than to be with my family and some good friends surrounded by tropical plants drinking a margarita listening to the Eagles. I don`t care about trendy, I like that grungy 70`s vibe.