make a little birdie nest
you don’t seem to wanna get dressed
Lordy child this mama knows
what it is like
when you don’t want to wear clothes
Snuggle back in before the day begins
I’ll stop the clock and lock the door
stoke the fire and rock in my chair
It’s raining out there, anyhow
Inside, Outside this yurt
Even Darth Vader has a heart of gold
and I am told
this baby of mine
is a hobo clown
spirals of laughter
as you wind down
onto the ground
writhing like worms
my trifecta of sons
your brilliance is blinding
My face is braille to your tiny hands
briefly; in the night
assured you are not asleep in the grasses, left out for the lions
you settle without unsettling
and I wonder at your wholeness
grateful for your breathing
even and steady and time
which has become a gift
unfolding itself before me
in spite of itself
truly amazing technology
(you my darling)
is indistinguishable from magic
and you are surely magic
My crew was bashing each other as they rolled up the stairs from sidewall to sidewall.
They stopped and looked at me in surprise. “We’re not fighting.”
“Well then stop rough-housing!”
Pure innocence and a nanosecond of silence. “We’re not rough-housing!”
mmrrrph. I come by the marge simpson marge noise naturally it seems.
“What ARE you doing?
“Playing a word game.”
So I listen more closely to the sing song sounds under the swinging arms and headlocks.
My 4 yr old lisps “What do you get if you take a D off of Door?”
Big Bro “Oar! And What’s an Oar?” “A paddle”
4 yr old “and if you put an M on Oar what do you get?”
Why do all boy games need to be full contact?
I kicked them outside and they kept it up.
He falls while running
“Me just crying for whining”
Arms around neck hold tight
He bit his brother
Wrecked the butter, spilled water
Throw lego start fight
Perfect breath on chest
Small whisper “me love you most”
Eyes roll back goodnight
With Coach Rapper I was truly horrified by the content of programming for young children. Granted, he spoke like a tiny professor from his first birthday on, but really I would have been horrified even if he had been mute until age 3 like the Evil Wizard. With the Evil Wizard when I let him over indulge in television at a young age it was because I was sick, pregnant and single parenting. At first I opted for select educational videos. But lets face it, Dora just is way more zombifying and mind numbing. Even if you knew me then perhaps you did not know I succumbed to Dora. It’s just one of those dark and shameful secrets of pregnancy.
With #3 I have no excuse.
Well, I do, kinda. I am lazy, and I am okay with it. It’s 7:04am and I have been up for 2 hours and haven’t had to do any parenting at all, except slice fruit. I am sitting in a bed with sheets I don’t have to wash, going to have a bath with water I don’t have haul and boil. Although I cringe as I hear the mind numbing trite on Harry & Bucket o’ Dino’s, I relax again, knowing even the smallest viewers are staring and drooling. Having their tiny minds filled with generic moralizing and a calm, demeaning vocabulary. “In the Yukon the little boys used to watch Transformers.” I say to The King while stealing a sip of his coffee. “Imagine how much more violent ours would be if we let them watch that. It’s totally got to be rated R or something like that”. The King wiggles his eyebrows pleasantly in his most conversational morning response.
3 more nights in the lap of luxury and then back to the honest life. I must say I am looking forward to it. As much as I have enjoyed February in the hotel I am thoroughly itching to get back to Erie Kingdom and get my hands back in the dirt. Or snow. We still have heaps and heaps of snow.