Poem I Just Wrote - A Poem to my Tween Self -#1

(Note: I just wrote this.  I have not really attempted to polish it yet.)   

A Poem to my Tween Self - #1

You read books

day and night.

You read stories

to be able to disappear
in time and place

just for a little while.

Other times you try

to write the original stories

that flit through

your mind constantly –

even at school.

You have discovered

Lurlene McDaniel’s early books by now.

You love the melodrama of illness and hospitals,

and of boyfriends dying. 

They are very quick and easy

to read.  You love 
them, but think these things

will never happen

to you.

In your mind, you think you will

grow up and go

to college – maybe major

in meteorology – and someday

in the vague distant future

get married. 

There will be four children –

at least three girls and then

a boy for balance.  You always wanted

a little sister, and Mom told you to have

a daughter someday instead.

You never even have

an inkling

that you might have

two little boys
someday

and that the first very loved

and wanted

baby boy

might die

in the hospital

in the middle of

the night.  

Things N Says

My little smarty-pants 23 month old talks up a storm, so to speak.  Only we don't always understand him.  I might recognize one word out of every seven, particularly if he is very excited.  However, the other day, he found a cup, held it up to me, and said rather emphatically, "I need some milk!"  Usually, he speaks in one or two work phrases, so this was quite impressive.   


It is also fun when he "reads" Goodnight, Moon to himself or, now, to me.   He says lines such as "Hello moon" and "All gone, moon."    It's very sweet to listen to.  He really gets into it.  


He says "thank you" frequently.   Next we need to work on adding "please" to his vocabulary!

Waiting another couple of months. . .

As much as I'd like to be pregnant again, we are waiting another couple of months.  There are some factors to this decision that I will not completely go into right now, but a less personal reason is that I am running my very first 5k race in a couple of weeks.  This is an amazing thing for me.  My modest goal is to finish it, and maybe not come in last.   I can run (with some periods of walking) 5k in about 45 minutes.   Today I hardly did a mile because allergy congestion (coupled with dust in the air) prevented it.  It is a hope that this will not prove to be an issue for me on the morning of the race.  


The race will take place two days after N's second birthday!