The way she says her body parts:
Cheeks - kheeks
Hands - hans
Mouth - mou
Chin - ken
Bellybutton - lakdfakfj; (it's totally unintelligible lol)
Foot - she just throws them in the air (lmao)
The way she picks up the remote and turns it to what SHE wants to watch (usually involving Calliou or Sesame Street or Dinosaur Train)
The way she feeds herself with a backwards fork
The way she picks up stuff to throw in the garbage (which, strangely enough, is usually garbage that needs to be thrown out)
The way that she "helps" me with the laundry by putting the wet clothes and dryer sheet into the dryer and closing the door
The way she reads her book (Peek-A-Boo is her favorite) while she's potty training
The way she grabs my face and kisses and hugs me when she wants to get (in) to something
The way she rolls on her stomach, holds on to me or the comforter, and slides to the floor
Friday, January 29, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Donations
MCF is now SD (sperm donor).
I had to give him a new name for several reasons. The first being I HATE the term baby's daddy" as much as I hate "baby's momma."
I had to give him a new name for several reasons. The first being I HATE the term baby's daddy" as much as I hate "baby's momma."
Monday, January 25, 2010
Yeah I said it...
I need my child's father in our lives.
I was over at MsL's spot reading her latest post (if you ain't been you need to be here) and her topic was about feminism and sort of led into how the roles of men and women are created. In my comment to her post, I talked about how men and women information and conversations were restricted to that sex. My parents never dipped their noses in the opposite sexes powwow with their peers and that is something that I've honored, even into adulthood.
But, after I had my child and started to see how her father wasn't going to be in her life, I made it up in my mind that I didn't need him in our lives and I didn't need him to help me in any way. My mother even cosigned that statement by saying we'd be the father in her life. Several months after those revelations, I remembered that fat meat is greasy and realized that I do need him in our lives.
I was over at MsL's spot reading her latest post (if you ain't been you need to be here) and her topic was about feminism and sort of led into how the roles of men and women are created. In my comment to her post, I talked about how men and women information and conversations were restricted to that sex. My parents never dipped their noses in the opposite sexes powwow with their peers and that is something that I've honored, even into adulthood.
But, after I had my child and started to see how her father wasn't going to be in her life, I made it up in my mind that I didn't need him in our lives and I didn't need him to help me in any way. My mother even cosigned that statement by saying we'd be the father in her life. Several months after those revelations, I remembered that fat meat is greasy and realized that I do need him in our lives.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Haiti
It's taken me a while to post about Haiti and I want to get the word out on all of my blogs (this was the first one I thought about posting to. I will be doing a more in depth post about Haiti's earthquake on my other blog VerbalDiaspora).
We should all donate to Haiti during their extreme time of need. Right now, people are still being found in Haitian buildings, under cars, and other places I would have never thought of finding someone buried alive (or just buried). There are also many in Haiti that are in desperate need of clothes, food, water, diapers, baby food, and other necessities to survive. Please visit one of the following sites to donate any amount to help the cause to find more survivors and to keep more survivors alive:
Yele
Red Cross
Or you can text in your donations. The amount of your donation will be charged to your cell phone bill.
Yele: Text "Yele" to 501501 to donate $5 dollars
American Red Cross: Text "HAITI" to 90999 to donate $10 dollars
Don't forget that you can always gather clothes, non-perishable food items/water, and monetary donations locally to drop off to your local Red Cross and other businesses and organizations that are sending aid to the people of Haiti.
We should all donate to Haiti during their extreme time of need. Right now, people are still being found in Haitian buildings, under cars, and other places I would have never thought of finding someone buried alive (or just buried). There are also many in Haiti that are in desperate need of clothes, food, water, diapers, baby food, and other necessities to survive. Please visit one of the following sites to donate any amount to help the cause to find more survivors and to keep more survivors alive:
Yele
Red Cross
Or you can text in your donations. The amount of your donation will be charged to your cell phone bill.
Yele: Text "Yele" to 501501 to donate $5 dollars
American Red Cross: Text "HAITI" to 90999 to donate $10 dollars
Don't forget that you can always gather clothes, non-perishable food items/water, and monetary donations locally to drop off to your local Red Cross and other businesses and organizations that are sending aid to the people of Haiti.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
The creation of an Intelligent Beauty - Discovery
I was over at my BFFs house watching movies, playing Scrabble, and doing hoodrat stuff. Eventually we realized we needed to get some food so we decided to make a run on a late night before continuing our regularly scheduled Scrabble marathon and hoodrat stuff. We decided to do McDonald's and I decided on my usual, a #1 with a Coke (Big Mac meal for those of you who don't know). We came back to her house, sat down, started eating, and I realized that my Big Mac wasn't as good as it used to be.
The next day I was on the phone with my BFF and was telling her about the sandwich. I usually do a meat hiatus for a few months and the weird tasting burger was probably my trigger to doing so. For a few weeks, I just stopped eating meat. I made my veggie lasagna, rice and peas, lots of greens, even bought a veggie burger or two from Burger King (yes I said Burger King). When I went to my mom's for dinner she was fine about me not eating meat when she cooked a steak or a roast. But something had changed: I was getting sick from the smell of the raw meat.
The next day I was on the phone with my BFF and was telling her about the sandwich. I usually do a meat hiatus for a few months and the weird tasting burger was probably my trigger to doing so. For a few weeks, I just stopped eating meat. I made my veggie lasagna, rice and peas, lots of greens, even bought a veggie burger or two from Burger King (yes I said Burger King). When I went to my mom's for dinner she was fine about me not eating meat when she cooked a steak or a roast. But something had changed: I was getting sick from the smell of the raw meat.
Yeah Yeah, I know...
Hey y'all...
OK I know that I said a few weeks ago that I was going to have some more posts for you but the holidays, layoffs, and a sick mom AND aunt pretty much got into the way. I just finished one post for you and it will be after this and HOPEFULLY you won't have to wait on future posts. Now that the holiday season is out of the way and 2010 is in full force, I should be able to dedicate more time to my writing.
Happy new year y'all!
KMN
OK I know that I said a few weeks ago that I was going to have some more posts for you but the holidays, layoffs, and a sick mom AND aunt pretty much got into the way. I just finished one post for you and it will be after this and HOPEFULLY you won't have to wait on future posts. Now that the holiday season is out of the way and 2010 is in full force, I should be able to dedicate more time to my writing.
Happy new year y'all!
KMN
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