And she'd be so wide awake I'd think, "Is she on cocaine?" And "Can I have some?"
And our boiler kept breaking down and it was the middle of the winter and the air in our bedroom was so cold and dry that went I picked her up, blue sparks would fly off her blanket.
And I remembered how she didn't have a typical newborn's face when she was born, such delicate, well-formed little features -- long lashes and perfect lips, and pretty little hands and feet.
And how I loved the smell of her little neck.
But mostly, I remember how at first she suffered from gas pain until she finally discovered how to release it, and in the middle of the night I'd hear these little angry yells from her bassinet, followed by long volleys of farts.
1 comment:
Happy Birthday to Snooks! You are getting to be an old lady with one great big year under your belt.
Post a Comment