Here We Go Again

Ever since adding baby food to my daughter’s diet, every meal is followed by at least a baby wipe bath. Seriously? In her ears….

Maid, Mother, Crone

The top picture is of me (the baby), my Nana (middle), my gran-nana (left), and my mother (right).

The bottom is my daughter (the baby), my gran-nana (middle), my mom (left), and me (right).

Juice Face

I Think My Head Might Explode

Bargaining with my six month old thus morning:

Baby girl, if you let go of Momma’s hair, she’ll go get you some juice!

It worked! Eventually.

Also, I have a headache today to rival, well, I dunno my head hurts to much to think about it.

If you need me I’ll be hiding here:

As soon as I figure out exactly where that is.

Ow.

Bravery

One day, when I’m a little braver…

I’ll do something like this:

Absolute Awe

The following picture expresses about half the awe I feel holding my daughter.

Ballade [I die of thirst beside the fountain]

by François Villon
translated by Galway Kinnell

I die of thirst beside the fountain
I’m hot as fire, I’m shaking tooth on tooth
In my own country I’m in a distant land
Beside the blaze I’m shivering in flames
Naked as a worm, dressed like a president
I laugh in tears and hope in despair
I cheer up in sad hopelessness
I’m joyful and no pleasure’s anywhere
I’m powerful and lack all force and strength
Warmly welcomed, always turned away.

I’m sure of nothing but what is uncertain
Find nothing obscure but the obvious
Doubt nothing but the certainties
Knowledge to me is mere accident
I keep winning and remain the loser
At dawn I say “I bid you good night”
Lying down I’m afraid of falling
I’m so rich I haven’t a penny
I await an inheritance and am no one’s heir
Warmly welcomed, always turned away.

I never work and yet I labor
To acquire goods I don’t even want
Kind words irritate me most
He who speaks true deceives me worst
A friend is someone who makes me think
A white swan is a black crow
The people who harm me think they help
Lies and truth today I see they’re one
I remember everything, my mind’s a blank
Warmly welcomed, always turned away.

Merciful Prince may it please you to know
I understand much and have no wit or learning
I’m biased against all laws impartially
What’s next to do? Redeem my pawned goods again!
Warmly welcomed, always turned away.

Whale Days

Some days I feel like the whale…

Most days, though, I’m that diver.

These Are The Days We Live Through

Tonight at work has been chaos.

This whole week has been Chaos.

Thinking of turning in my two weeks so I work through September.

Here’s to being more then you seem.

Hypothetically Speaking

Been thinking about all the possibilities recently. All of them.

From the end of the world, to being pregnant again.
From coming into a lot of money, to getting cancer.

I must admit it’s very overwhelming and somehow grounding.

Typically I come to the conclusion: Just dance, it’ll be okay.