I remember the day that I walked into the NICU to begin what was one of many long days with my daughter in the hospital. She was wearing a hat. A little pink crochet hat. I’m silly. My first thought is that they are playing dress up with my tiny baby.
One of the things that have always bothered me is that, I don’t remember much about my father. I have heard that he had an accent – being from Belize, I am sure that he did. I just don’t remember how he sounded. The last thing that I would ever want is for my daughter to not remember me should I pass on.
Lately I have been on a money pinching spree – trying to be very careful of how I spend my coins. The goal is to buy a new home for me and my daughter … shortly followed by the dog that she keeps asking me for (she wants a english Bulldog – who is Rubble from Paw patrol). That being said – I may have embarked on a new tradition this Easter. Continue reading
So there are plenty of other bloggers out there talking about Janet Jackson’s divorce. Some are folks out there calling her a gold digger (even though Janet has been giving us ALL of her since the 70’s) because months after giving birth to her son, she split from her billionaire husband. I heard someone say “What you not going to do is drag Janet when she held you all down since that Control album”
My little one has eczema. When she was first born, it took up a large portion of her bottom half. Mostly her legs and bottom. It was more severe when she was younger – and there are remnants of it now behind her knees and on her ankles. Continue reading
My daughter is always singing about being under an apple sauce sky … I have no idea what that means … but if I had to picture it, it would be a day like this day … I love taking pictures of her in D.C.
I was already in the hospital for a few days when I was told that I was going to be having my baby early. Actually I was visiting with a couple of people when they came in and took my blood pressure. It was 180/115. Not good. Continue reading
