• Buddies

    Meet Wito

    September 2, 2006 /

    This is Wito, Baby Bug’s newest boyfriend. He’s such a cutie. I totally approve of their relationship. Wito looks like a little man in a tiny baby body. He has big baby hands and long legs. He eats all the time and I have a feeling he is going to pass up Baby Bug in size in a matter of months. He has a lot of hair that he likes to wear in a mohawk. He’s stylish like that. I haven’t seen him in his preppy shirts yet but I’m sure he has a whole closet full of them just like his Dad.

    Since I happen to live close to Whoorl and Wito, I get to pop in on them now and then and scare the crap out of Whoorl because she thinks I’m a secret agent and I’m spying on her. I’m not really. I just like to take walks with Baby Bug and her house happens to be conveniently on the way to Starbucks.

    Since Whoorl is a lost in the twilight zone that is new momhood, she told me that I could post some pictures of her and let her readers know that she is alive and well. Actually she’s doing great. So is Wito. He is so healthy, you’d never know he was forced out of the womb a week early and had to spend some time in the NICU. He’s a champ.

    When we visited the other day, Wito got to take his first walk in the baby carrier and he loved it. He snuggled right down against his mama’s chest and took a peaceful snooze in the summer breeze. I’m so happy he likes the carrier. I’ve been hoping that we all could take walks together, so I was pushing Whoorl to try it out. The sidewalks in our neighborhood are so narrow that it’s impossible to walk together with a stroller, let alone two. You end up walking single file and shouting over your shoulder if you want to carry on a conversation. Don’t even get me started on trying to maneuver through the swinging doors at Starbucks or the stopping and bumping into each other. Of course Whoorl would never bump into me. She’s much too coordinated for that. I on the other hand am a bumbling idiot.

    Anywhoooo, I just wanted to spread some happy new baby cheer. Here’s to Wito!

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  • Beach Bits,  Bug,  Poems

    My Little Beach Girl

    August 31, 2006 /

    My Little Beach Girl

    Baby Bug and I walk down to the beach nearly every day. Most days we just stand there at the water’s edge and sigh. We watch the waves crash for a few minutes and then we head back up the hill to home because it’s almost her bedtime. But lately when we stand on the beach, she has been waving her arms up and down excitedly. She jumps up and down inside the carrier by pushing off me with her legs. Since I’m a sucker for a happy baby, I’ve been taking her out of the carrier and letting her “walk” on the wet sand.

    She loves it! She just plain loves “walking” in general. She can’t really walk, she doesn’t have her balance yet. But she loves it when I hold her hands and she can use her legs to take steps. She take high steps like a soldier. It’s very funny to watch, just ask Whoorl. She walked a bunch when we were over there visiting Anders the other day.

    When we’re at the beach “walking,” Baby Bug leans forward in eagerness and sometimes backwards because her legs are going faster than I can keep up. She loves the waves. She has no fear. She just wants to run out into them. Today I let her go all the way to the frothy small waves lapping on the shore. She squealed in delight. She is so joyful right now, it’s contageous. I love this stage.

    I love it that she loves the beach. She really is my dream baby come true.

    * * *

    Since I promised, here is my attempt to write a pantuom for my Grandma. I usually like writing poetry but for some reason I’m not getting the trick of this form. I think I must be misunderstanding the rules. By the last quatrain I’m forgetting where I am. But I also read that you shouldn’t try too hard to make it work, so this is me trying hard not to try too hard.

    The ocean waves glisten in the golden sunset air
    Foam decorates the water’s edge like lace upon a dress
    My daughter smiles from ear to ear as closer we draw near
    Her little toes wiggle back and forth in blissful eagerness

    Foam decorates the water’s edge like lace upon a dress
    Reminding me of summer days from many a yesteryear
    Her little toes wiggle back and forth in blissful eagerness
    Laughter blows into the wind like whispers in my ear

    Reminding me of summer days from many a yesteryear
    I think of white sundresses with spaghetti straps or less
    Laughter blows into the wind like whispers in my ear
    Taunting me with stories and secrets to confess

    Her little toes wiggle back and forth in blissful eagerness
    She is looking at the water, unlike me she has no fear
    She kicks me as she’s fastened in her harness on my chest
    The ocean waves glisten in the golden sunset air

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