Axel

Axel

Wanted to take a moment and let everyone know my Godson Axel joined us on Tuesday afternoon.

Don’t remember how many inches, but I do remember he was nine pounds one ounce.

Mother Pearla is doing well.

There was a moment when Axel was breast feeding and the Doc entered the room to examine him. We laughed at the way he refused to stop feeding. The doctor actually waited for him to finish.

Dude loves to eat.

Thanks for the kind wishes.

Life is beautiful. Especially, when it is only nine pounds and one ounce. xoxo

The Woman Of My Dreams

The Woman Of My Dreams

The Woman Of My Dreams

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The woman of my dreams
Is a puzzle to be solved
For she can slowly undress me
As she buttons up my shirt

When Baby gives the cold shoulder
She expects it to be kissed
Then she’ll push me onto her pedestal
To get cozy in my lap

The woman of my dreams
A delicate knot to be unraveled
She asks me to tie her to the bed
Yet it is I who becomes all tangled

Sweetie sets out my suit and tie
As I prepare for a fancy dinner
Then wears her sexiest lingerie
Cause she’s decided we’re eating in

Baby swears that I am so unique

Even as she perfectly mimics me
She is the woman of my dreams and I
The man who never lets her sleep.

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Photo from Google Images.

Precious Isabella

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With Father’s Day nearing and no baby on the way, Allie expressed her sadness and desire to give me a son (especially since I am the last of the family).  I already have a daughter, but I dream of Allie experiencing motherhood. Honestly, I can’t help but wonder what our love could create.

Me, I have a thing for little girls. These are my words for my Isabella.

Precious Isabella

Precious Isabella
what I would give
to hear your first cry
my heart will fill
with pride and joy
which no one can deny

Lovely Isabella
I wish you were here
With a toothless smile
on the floor we’ll drink
from your tea set as we
pretend for a little while

Little Isabella
Please come to us
You are our missing link
We can go shopping
to buy you pretty dresses
with satin bows of pink

Precious Isabella
how can one miss a baby
perhaps never meant to be
leave that up to your
foolish dad
good old sentimental me

 

Happy Father’s Day.

Photo taken from Pinterest.

The Things We Do For Love

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Amelie kept a secret
She never revealed in poems
against her doctor’s orders
love grew inside her womb
Hidden from the world
An illness beyond words
She penned a fatal sacrifice
her masterpiece to the world
nine months her secret grew
until she birthed a little girl
breathtaking beyond her prose
Amelie drew her final breathe

Some surrender their heart
Others relinquish their soul
Amelie chose to give herself
The things we do for love

Photo taken from Google Images

The Baby Said, “Oh Shit.”

My day started like any other day cursing the literary Gods for not publishing my brilliant novel while standing in the kitchen adding sweetener to my morning coffee. Knocking the jar over, the delicious whiteness spilled onto the counter. Before I could fret over the sudden delay in my morning fix or over the rising cost of sugar, the baby said, “Oh shit.”

The child looked at me and smiled.

The thought “don’t laugh” echoed in my skull like an obnoxious car alarm screeching in the freakin’ middle of the night. Where did she learn such an appropriate phrase? And I say appropriate only because she used it in all its contextual glory with perfect pronunciation and intonation; all this from a two year old who to this day won’t say her own name.

Did she learn this language watching Peppa Pig? Or has SpongeBob gotten his Square Pants in a bunch? Where in the world could she haven’t learned this language?

Taking the low road as any respectful male adult would do, I chose to ignore her choice of words as if this mere act could strike the phrase from her memory. After making a mental note to advise my wife of the baby’s newest vocabulary word, I started cleaning up the mess.

As fate would have it, I stubbed my big toe and a thousand thunder bolts attacked my aching appendage like Walmart shoppers on Black Friday. Before I could bite my lip I uttered, “Oh shit.”

Baby looked at me. She raised her thick brows and smiled.

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