Butterfly flashes fiery wings.
Angel face masked with anger
Hiding tenderness within.
Tag: Baby
Haiku: My Angel
Angel snores lightly.
Rain drizzles on burning land.
My bosom, my heart.
First Night
Our first night with the baby…
Baby: “WAAAAH!”
Me: (Distracted, surprised, amused and harrowed) “Google never said a baby can poop, throw up, fart and pee at the same moment!”
Baby: “WAAAAAH!”
Him: (Accusingly) “You don’t know a thing about babies!”
Baby: “WAAAAAAH!”
Me: (Accusing back) “Do you?”
Him: (Sigh) “How do we clean her now that she is covered with muck all over?”
Me: “Bathe her?”
Baby: “WAAAAAAAAH!”
Him: “But it is 3 am and it is cold!
Me: (Sigh)“Let’s ask your mom!”
Baby: “WAAAAAAAAAAH!”
Him: “But it is 3 am…How do we clean her?”
Baby: “WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
Me: (Sigh) “Let me wipe her.”
Baby: “WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
Him: (Sigh) “You try comforting her. I’ll wipe.”
-Dedicated to all parents who brave the uncharted waters, including mine
Winging It
I am a mother of a genius. If only someone could decipher her script…
I bought a Maths notebook for my 2-year old in an attempt to teach writing numbers. Two days later, it was full of these weird symbols that she wrote with the flourish of a professional while singing the ABCD song alongside.
Can someone un-encrypt it please?
Tiny Story: Second Thoughts
The cuckoo looked intently at the crow’s nest. The baby was making hungry noises while the dedicated parents took turns to feed it with their beaks.
She sighed. It was a little too late to regret…
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