an edgy mix of Paint Pixels Collage and Cartoons
by Lynne Ciacco
I've seen this recently. A balance between Owen-ership and setting free.
Has our friend checked her Owener's manual for scheduling diminishing refills?
Peaches? and Cream? You are hilarious and clever. Love it.
Baby seems pretty pleased with himself!
Very good. Excellent drawing. I spent many nights with my son in his arms rit mo Ravel's Bolero. And when you left in the crib he woke ...
Susan,your compliments are as soothing as a mother's milk to her baby.:-)
Forest Dream,Baby knows who's running the show!
Leovi,Ah, the fond memories of bringing up baby. I have a few of my own like that...long time ago, now, but forever in my memory.
gave me a chuckle. the thing is it seems to last forever when it's going on, but then later we realize it was just a blip in time, unless we have 12 children or something which my grandmother did have. can hardly imagine!!
Must say I can't remember the night feedings, some things get purposely deleted, but it did happen, as you are the living proof.
sukipoet,The phrase "barefoot and pregnant" comes to mind when I hear of families with many offspring. So true what you say about the time passing in a blink of an eye...once we're through it.
Shirl,I'm sure I slept through the night right from the start and was no trouble at all, which is why you can't remember it. For my part, I don't remember it either.:-)
That's sweet. Your free association "scribble" is so appropriate for this subject! My Mom tells the story of how I cried night after night, all night long, and she had to walk me for hours for a couple months! That story brings such warm tears to my eyes every time I think of it...
Stickup,I'm sure the experience brought tears to your mother's eyes as well, at least during those nights.;-)I had a similar experience with my daughter when she was an infant. Finally, I'd hand her to her father, he'd strap her into the Snuggli, and take her out walking into the night. You could hear her wailing all the way down the hall in the apartment building and then there'd be blessed silence.