Tuesday, February 22, 2011

I play a mom in real life.

Every morning I wake up and start doing mom stuff. You know, the stuff of daily living. Here are photos that document some of what goes on. Most of these were taken by me with my phone which means that these are not spiffy like the photos Andy takes. But here goes. Welcome to my life.

Melina removes something from the ceiling while making a face. We see more silly faces than anything else these days.
Dropping my swimmer off at practice. She excels at backstroke and freestyle. I was a 'fly girl myself.

This is obviously not my child, but our Golden Retriever, Dixie, is part of the family. We're lucky that she's the most content, gentle and well-trained dog on the planet. I had nothing to do with that. My brother and sister-in-law trained her when she was an active puppy and then bequeathed her to us. We feel lucky.


Off to cub scouts! I used to think scouts was weird, but Josh has learned first aid and lots of useful things, so I've deemed it to be very good for him.



Audrey got her first haircut last month. She was scared and crying, so I did what any mom would do -- I whipped out my phone and let her watch a Pixar flick. The sucker at the end was pretty awesome too.

All aboard! This is definitely a big part of my life. I am a homebody that isn't home near as much as I want.

Crazy hair day. We remembered this at the last minute. "I want spikey hair", said Max. I complied. Why isn't every request this simple?



On Valentine's Day we lit candles to make dinner festive. While taking photos after dinner, Audrey kept singing, "Happy Birthday to me!" and blowing the candles out.

A few snippets of my everyday life.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

my kind of love poem

I read this poem and wished I could write something this brilliant. Then I told myself, "in my wildest dreams." (Cliché--see? Proof of my non-brilliance.) Then I remembered my wildest dreams portray me getting lost over and over again and/or pursued by technicolor villans. So actually, I would never write a love poem as great as this one.

What I am trying to say is that I hope you like it.





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by Maureen N. McLane


and if
I were to say

I love you and
I do love you

and I say it
now and again

and again
would you say

parataxis
would you see

the world revolves
anew

its axis
you