We somehow made it to September, tripping through the first seven weeks of this academic year! Monsoon is still raging, though the ferns are yellowing -- a sign, I hope, of the waning rains. I wasn't super consistent about taking photos this week... too much sleep deprivation.
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Wed 23 August |
I call this one "Aftermath of Co-sleeping." Chloe's been sleeping poorly for a bit now, so out of necessity I've returned to co-sleeping with her so I can easily feed her in bed and allow Chris to get some good sleep.
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Sat 26 August |
At least she's cute -- and getting stronger by the day! Chloe often does these Pilates-style lifts during playtime now.
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Sun 27 August |
Chris and I toasted the end of his last day at Proofreading Pal with some nice gin and tonics. No more Sat/Sun work shifts!
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Tue 29 August |
This is a tired momma, getting ready for another night of (maybe) sleep. I'm clinging to the "this too shall pass" comment I hear so often.
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Wed 30 August |
Chloe is getting better at taking milk from a bottle -- finally! What this means for me, though, is more pumping... Not my favorite, but I'm getting into a rhythm.
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Thur 31 August |
It was a big football week at WS... We had Interhouse competitions in the AMs twice this week, and Goalathon (a charity tourney) this weekend. More to come...
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Also, here's a poem I've been tinkering with for a few weeks. Not "finished," perhaps, but a fairly firm draft...
Motherhood
Seeing you --
your skin tightly tired,
the slight thumbprint bruises
beneath each eye --
I grasp for words, pull at “diminished,”
“less than.” You seem a scanty echo
of your previous self.
But this picture misses out:
the tender gaze you offer your daughter
as she stalks that painted alligator across the room,
clumsy, but determined.
your growing smile as she
pounds indiscriminately on your beat-up piano,
making something only she could call “music.”
that thrill of recognition you feel as she
wraps her plastic doll deep in her arms --
whispering “I love you, baby.”
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Have a beautiful Labor Day weekend, America-friends!
love, mel