Suddenly we were back to our very early days. My girl, who never wanted to sleep in her crib alone, and me, who just needed her to sleep so I could sleep too.
It is one of the most frustrating parts of being a parent; just as some real conversation starts, Life happens (or a shiny object skips across the mind’s eye), and you put the moment on hold. Once you circle back to the topic your kid has forgotten what they wanted to say.
What I found inside this little box were 10 different products. Some sample sizes, but almost all were full sized products, just as you’d purchase them retail. If you’ve ever gotten free samples in the mail, you realize that was a pleasant surprise.
One thousand words
Perspective shuffles, per photo
New images appear.
#haiku #senryu #perspective
Given my childhood as Coast Guard officer’s kid, I don’t know why I hadn’t discovered Tuckerton Seaport and Museum before now. Thanks to Joey and the gals at Reality Moms, I’ve not only been introduced to the 40 acres of sustainable living museum on the Jersey Shore, I’ve become slightly giddy to begin exploring Barnegat Bay.
My father HATES snakes. Rather like Indiana Jones hates snakes, only more vehemently. When I was little, a black snake got into our farm house. I vividly recall his unrelenting flow of profanity as my dad chased it around the first floor, while my mom, brother, and I looked down from the upstairs hall. Without going into gory details, the snake…
As giddy as the kids were looking through the online catalog, I was most excited to find out if their garment quality fabrics could meet the demands of my sensational kiddo.
Is it a perfect photograph? Are the colors less beautiful for the softness of the focus? In reality there is no such thing as perfection, for certainly beauty is subjective.
My mommy-sense prickling the back of my neck, I asked him, “Who is saying these mean things to you, baby?”
“The world, mama. The world tells me that.”
Inspired by Disney’s Winnie the Pooh, these photos of a torrential July thunderstorm, and this week’s prompt of “rain”
what’s to be found delving into the mind
some thing worth the grief or just wasted time
some greater truths on which to expound
or just careless breadcrumbs cast over the ground