Take That NaBloBlahBlah

Well, it was a worthy experiment. Posting every day, that is.

I wondered if giving myself a daily posting deadline would help me push past some of the perfectionism that keeps the thoughts in my mind from reaching the (virtual) page. Instead I ended up writing a lot of filler minutes before midnight instead of spending time writing about much of substance.

Thank you for hanging in with me this month. Rest assured, I will return to my regular slow blogging tomorrow. Quite happily.

(Thus ends the meta blogging.)

Best. Saturday. Ever.

I just woke up from a scrumptiously long afternoon nap. I can't even remember the last time I did that. It's like college all over again. Except this time I woke up to the sound of babies in the bathtub. Details, details.

I Can Put This On the Internet Because She's Still a Baby

I am typing away late at night a few days ago, trying to catch up on email, when I hear Firefly crying upstairs. The moment my face appears over her crib she breaks into a grin, eyes squeezed shut in glee, her body wriggling back and forth with excitement. I give her a few pats, but she is completely awake and flashing me the "milk" sign. Game over.

I lift her from her crib as she waves her arms around with joy, her chubbilicous face beaming at me from under her nightcap. As much as I wish she were still asleep, I can't help but think about how much I enjoy her. How grateful I am to have this wee girl, this squirmy ball of wonderfulness, in my life. It is a contented moment, the kind I don't know any parent ever stops being amazed by. A prompt for something blog-worthy even.

I am nuzzling her cheek with a smile, thinking all these things, when she rears her tiny body up straight, looks me right in the eye and--with a satisfied smirk--lets out the loudest, strongest, rip-roaringest, frat-boy fart you ever did hear.