It’s time for one of my favorite contests! We, writers, like to WRITE. So creating a story about anything in only 50 words (or less) is a big time challenge. Enjoy my entry below…
the world around me (48 words)
i see…
a plastic bag. floating. oddly.
i hear…
a car stop nearby. is the door opening? footsteps.
i smell…
the mail carrier. back so soon.
i taste…
the trail of a squirrel. seeds. acorns. left behind, for me?
i feel…
sunlight. warm hands. safe. my humans.
woof.
When you first have a baby, you ask yourself this question a million times. Then, one day, the baby sleeps. And you feel like a new person. Until they go through a regression or get sick or have a bad dream or realize they miss you or have teeth poking through.
We have three kids. The oldest is a pretty good sleeper. Her head hits the pillow and that girl is out like a light. She wakes up anytime between 5am-6am, but stays in her room reading silently. But occasionally… we get woken up during the night with questions like:
AM I GOING TO SWALLOW MY LOOSE TOOTH? (For more on this, click here)
I HEARD A NOISE!
ARE YOU GOING TO CHECK ON ME?
YOU FORGOT TO SET MY TRAFFIC LIGHT! (Those dang Ready To Wake clocks are amazing, but can be terrible when they don’t work correctly or you forget to set it…)
Next, our middle daughter. She is a strong sleeper overall as well. But with her, it is possible that we get frantic calls like:
I THINK I HAVE TO PEE (Night time potty training still is a struggle)
I HAD A BAD DREAM!
DID I PEE?
MY NOSE IS DRIPPING.
I’M SCARED TO PEE ALONE.
YOU FORGOT TO BRAID MY HAIR BEFORE BED!
I PEED.
Finally, we have the baby who is now a toddler. 50/50 chance that girl sleeps through the night. Her wake ups are more confusing since she isn’t able to actually communicate well yet. Mainly, we have been waking up recently for…
BABA (she’s thirsty)
POOP (new diaper, please)
BOOP (she wants you to touch your finger to her finger)
HI MOMMY/HI DADDY (I’m lonely)
DIS (her teeth hurt)
DAT (pointing aimlessly around her room)
PUPPY (where is her stuffed animal?)
MOMMY ROOM (get me out of here)
Or other times, she just smiles at us or keeps crying for no reason.
Sometimes, all three kids sleep through the night. This is a great and lucky night. Usually though, my husband or I have trouble sleeping. Or the dog gets sick and maybe starts throwing up or asking to go outside at 3am.
This is hard, and we are tired. We know this is “just a phase,” but it’s a long and intense phase. We adore these three kids and the stages that they are in… But we also look forward to the stage of life where they realize how great sleeping is. Will tonight be a lucky night of peaceful sleeping? Only time will tell… but probably not.
Six-year-olds are amazingly fascinating creatures. They go from unaware little kids to inquisitive and thought-provoking slightly bigger kids. Here are some recent examples:
-My daughter had kindergarten on the computer due to Covid. But now that she is in the building for the first time, she has found a sweet group of friends. These feelings of friendship are new to her. The other day, she asked me if the feelings that she had are love. Does she love her friends? We started talking as a family about types of love: love between two people (in our case, Mommy and Daddy), love between siblings, love between friends, love of a pet, etc. The concept of love is difficult to understand and even the wide spectrum perplexed her. If she loves her friends, does that mean she wants to marry them?
-Speaking of marriage, my two older daughters continuously say they want to marry their daddy. Their little faces drop whenever I tell them he is taken and therefore, unavailable to marry. I explain that they will find someone new, someone outside of our family, and someone (hopefully) significantly younger than he is (no offense). They seem to look anxious as we talk about it, like they just can’t imagine anyone else out there. My four year old asked about marrying our neighbor, who is also a married father, and she was pretty upset when I said he would not be The One either.
-The exciting and age-appropriate “Where Do Babies Come From?” question finally happened today from our six-year-old. We have been dancing around this topic for a some time, so I was somewhat ready for it. Here is how the conversation went:
“When you were pregnant with me, did you know Daddy?”
“Yes.”
“When you want to have a baby, do you just decide to have one?”
“No. Me and Daddy decided together.”
“So you both just decided… then it just happens?”
“Not exactly. We made a baby together.”
“How did you make a baby?”
Pause. Deep breath. “Great question. Mommy and Daddy will talk about it with you later.”
She was okay with this answer. But I’m sure it will be brought up again. After researching picture books about this very topic, I will be ready next time…. more to come, I’m sure…
The contest is to write an 150-word (or less) story about Spring using a GIF as inspiration!
The Funky Skunky
149 Words
GIF: From Giphy.com
Sydney is not like the other skunks in Skunkytown.
Yes, she is black and white.
She is covered in fur.
And she lifts her tail to spray like the others.
But…
Instead of a stinky odor, her spray smells like roses blooming on a warm spring day.
The other skunks laugh.
“What is that FRAGRANT smell? Flowers?” they sneer.
Early one morning, a great, big bear comes to Skunkytown.
“ROARRR!” booms the bear.
“AHHH!” scream the skunks, as they all scamper into their dens.
All the skunks… but one.
Sydney spins around. Lifts her tail. And sprays. “PSHHH!”
The bear steps closer…
Takes a giant sniff…
And smiles.
“Wow, Skunk! That smells scrumptious. It reminds me of the succulent plants and flowers that I left in the field just over there. Thank you for reminding me.”
The other skunks cheer.
“YAY for Sydney’s rose-smelling spray! She saved Skunkytown!”
There are many big FIRSTS as parents. Like your first child going to school. Your child driving a car. Your child getting married, etc. One FIRST that we are recently experienced is our first child losing a tooth.
This time should be EXCITING! Wiggley teeth! The Tooth Fairy! Sweet little smiles with weird gaps! But our experience has been anything but fun…
One day, several months ago, we noticed grown-up teeth starting to poke out behind our oldest daughter’s bottom two baby teeth. We were SO excited! This is big! But no, she starts hysterically crying. We google it and learn it is called Shark Teeth (what a quirky, awesome name.) Sometimes, kids get two rows of teeth at the same time. Cool? Not really… because the baby teeth have to fall out for the big teeth to go in the correct place in the mouth.
So, our oldest daughter is very anxious. I mean- very very anxious and super nervous. When we told her about the Shark Teeth, she FrEaKeD. Luckily, her baby teeth were getting wiggley, which is what is supposed to happen. I don’t know what other people did when they had a loose tooth, but when I was younger, I wouldn’t stop touching them. With my fingers, with my tongue, with food. Wiggling a loose tooth is part of childhood and growing up. But, my daughter wouldn’t touch them. She wouldn’t let us touch them. She wouldn’t eat hard food. Even brushing her teeth was a struggle.
After many many tears and lots of arguing, my husband was able to wiggle one tooth out. HOORAY! She went from crying hard from fear to crying with joy within seconds. So many emotions.
We got one tooth out but unfortunately, we had to get the other one too. Even more resistance. Night after night. Nightmare city. This time, she fought us and wouldn’t open her mouth. My girl is small, but she is a feisty little human. I had to physically hold her down, try to open her mouth, while my husband popped it out. Again with the roller coaster of emotions. But even with that pre-bedtime activity, her favorite part of the day was “when my tooth came out.”
Here is hoping that we have no more Shark Teeth and that all her other teeth come out easily, swiftly, and effortlessly.
The pandemic became a major issue in the USA around mid-March of 2020. Sure, it was floating around before then, but we didn’t realize how greatly it would affect us.
I’m a planner. I had said I wanted three babies before turning 35, and I was determined to do-so. (I made this claim in high school, long before meeting my husband.) I was so excited to be expecting my third baby, coming in one day before my 34th birthday. And then there was a global pandemic.
Our baby is turning ONE in early April. We measure how long the pandemic has been by looking at her. She is a real “Pandemic Baby.”
How long has it been since we’ve been in a grocery store? Look at the baby. That’s how long.
How long has my kindergartener been in virtual school? Our baby was 5 months old when she started. And she has yet to step foot in her school building.
When did we buy our first masks? We got a few weeks before the baby was born, so we’ve been covering up for some time.
The pandemic continues to be totally life changing for our family. We are together…all the time. Fortunately, my husband has been able to work from home. My oldest is in virtual kindergarten. Our middle child is neglected doing ABC mouse and playing alone. (ugh!) Then, there’s the baby.
Looking at the positives of this year, our baby doesn’t know how lucky she has it. We just… never leave… ever.
Bottles? Why would I do that. Where you going?
Babysitters? They aren’t in our bubble. And what is a “date” anyways?
Where did Daddy just go? Oh phew, just on a quick walk. I missed him SO much.
Play with me! Look at me! What else are you doing, anyways?
A person, not in our family? Who is that? All I see are eyes, and I don’t know them. YIKES!
We don’t know how this family-only isolation will mess up our kids in the future. But we believe that their physical health and helping the greater community is most important.
Each day, we ask our big girls about their favorite part of the day. They always say that they had the best day ever. So, even if they are scared of the world and will have a hard time adjusting back into it, for now, they are happy 🙂 That should count for something… right?!
Last post, I talked about my third baby’s breath holding spells. She had another one last night, and let me tell you, each time is just as terrifying… even when you see it coming.
A few months ago, our doctor told us that sometimes, babies who are anemic (low iron levels) can have breath holding spells. Our doctor *assumed* she wasn’t anemic, but her blood test indicated that her red cells were “smaller than normal.” She has been on an iron supplement for a while now, but her blood cells are *still* small. We are now told that she could “just have smaller than normal red blood cells, but that there isn’t anything wrong.”
As parents, we are worried about everything:
What is that scrape on your body from?
Don’t get too close to the dog’s face while she’s sleeping!
Where did you find that tiny Barbie shoe, and why is it in your mouth?
OMG why do you have a fever?
Now… we need to worry about:
Why the hell does our daughter have smaller than normal red blood cells? What does that even mean?
We have her ONE year doctor’s appointment coming up in a few weeks. I can’t wait to learn more about this (and get answers to me other 93042 questions I have written down in the Notes app on my phone.)
To Be Continued…
Breath Holding Spells.
Before my third child, I had never heard of them. I mean, babies cry. They cry all the time. That’s how they express that they’re angry, cold, tired, hungry, or just bored…right? My other children cried, too. But they were normal criers apparently because they were able to catch their breath in between gasps.
Here’s the backstory…
My third daughter was eating food. It’s her favorite activity, and she loves the whole process three times a day. One morning, I gave her a puff. She hadn’t had them before, so I was on Mommy-High-Alert. She must have dropped it (without me seeing), and she started ScReAmInG. She then started turning a weird shade of blue. “OMG SHE’S CHOKING!” I think because that would make sense. We take her out of the high chair, pound on her back a little. She calms down. She isn’t blue anymore. “Huh… she must have choked on the puff….then swallowed it?”
A few hours later, I am changing her outfit. One of her least favorite activities. It must have been a particularly fancy outfit with lots of buttons and snaps because it was taking a long time. Again, she starts ScReAmInG. I’m ignoring her, thinking “chill the f out baby. I’m going as fast as I can.” During one of her big inhales, that purple tint comes back. She’s clearly not choking on food this time. She’s just… choking? Not breathing? Scaring me for fun?
For the millionth time since being a parent, I called my pediatrician (“Yes.. it’s me again with another question.”) I frantically told them what happened. They explained calmly and knowingly that it’s a breath holding spell. When a baby gets so pissed off, they actually turn blue or purple and have trouble breathing momentarily. “Don’t worry.. they grow out of it… let us know if she passes out from it (?@?@?@?#!?!?!?!)… sometimes blowing in her face may startle her enough to make her breathe again….”
So, these days, you can find me at home with a pretty happy baby. She’s particularly happy because we try not to let her cry. And if she does cry, we are there within seconds to try to cheer her up. Because Breath Holding Baby found a new way to dominate her parents’ every thought and hog all the attention.
As of now, she hasn’t passed out from crying. Let’s hope it stays that way (and that she doesn’t have that blue/purple shade ever again).
Vivian Kirkfield (Picture Book Author) hosts a 50-word (or less) writing contest. Here is my 2021 Entry:
A Snowflake’s Journey
Ice Crystal bumps around in the crammed cloud.
“Almost time! Wait for it… NOW!”
Down, down they float.
“Wheee -Amazing!” another squeals.
“I’ve been waiting my whole life for this!”
The ground comes nearer.
Down, down, closer.
“Almost made it!” Ice Crystal yells.
“Look! Snow!!!” A dog leaps up. GULP.
I haven’t shared this on here, but I have been writing picture books for several years now. Recently, I signed with an Agent… which means I’m one step closer to getting traditionally published!
There is one thing that gets a bit confusing though when you’re both a Mom Blogger and a Picture Book Author. As a parent, it’s easy to write from the perspective of a parent. But picture books are not for parents – they are for children. Sure, parents can enjoy them. But that is not who they are for. Not sure what I mean? Here’s an example of something I wrote today called Newborn Pajamas:
People wear me at night.
When they’ve had a long day.
When they are done with tight fitting jeans.
When they want to get into their cozy beds.
Hi. I’m Pajamas.
But not just any pair of pajamas…
“Size: Newborn. This will be perfect for her,” the Mom said.
Out of all the options, she picked me.
I was brought home and hung neatly in the closet.
waiting… waiting…waiting….
Until one day, I heard a cry for the first time.
A screech. A whimper. A new baby.
The Mom put me on her.
Within minutes, I was covered in explosive poop. Gross.
Time for the laundry.
Over and over and over.
Before I knew it, this baby was fitting into bigger things: 0-3 months then 3-6, then 6-9.
And I was tucked away in a bin.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Longing, but ready whenever I was needed.
Before I knew it, I was back, hanging in another closet.
And I heard it. A familiar, but different cry.
The Mom put me on someone new.
Someone just as tiny.
This time, I was a little stretched out around the neck.
A bit baggy around the feet.
I was quickly covered in spit up. Gross.
Laundry again.
Over and over and over.
Just as I’m getting comfortable, I’m placed back into the bin.
Forgotten.
Will this be the end of my story?
Finally… I find myself hanging in a new closet once again.
I hear a cry. A new one? Could it be?
The Mom puts me on a third person.
My button has trouble fastening at the top.
The zipper gets stuck most of the time.
The arms are certainly a little longer than they should be.
But the Mom keeps choosing me.
For that tiny sliver of time…
When the baby is so small.
She smells the scent when I’m fresh out of the laundry.
Knowing that after this one, it’s the end of the Newborn size.
I’ve kept three babies warm.
I’ve kept three babies snug.
And I’ve kept three babies looking great (if I do say so myself.)
Even with the poop stains…
the spit up…
the spilled bottles…
the dribbled coffee (oops)…
the saline drops…
the boogies…
the diaper leaks…
I still remind her.
Of a flash of time
When all three babies were small enough
To fit snug inside.
As a parent, I get emotional and nostalgic thinking back to when my children were tiny. But are children going to pick this book to read over and over? No. They don’t get it… or care really. Are parents with more/less than three children going to love this book? Maybe, but it’s for parents with three children. This target audience is too small and this “picture book” is not even for children.
As all Authors know, some ideas are great. Other ideas just don’t work – like this one. Here is a quick glimpse into the mind of a Picture Book Author. Onto the next idea…
Leah Moser 