I just re-read my last post, written when I was 8 weeks pregnant, last year. That little zygote is now a happy, beautiful, healthy bouncing baby girl and I am finally back to getting enough sleep that I can begin to ask myself if I ought to consider picking back up on some old hobbies. So here it is. The blog.
Tonight's blog is dedicated to my friend Coco. Why? Firstly because I'm pretty sure she's the only one who actually reads this thing. Secondly because if you've ever met Coco you'd know that if she tells you that something is a good idea than well - it generally is. Coco told me to start writing my blog again. The conversation went something like this;
Coco: "You should start up writing that blog of yours again..."
Me: "Really? Why?"
Coco: "Because I want to read it."
Coco wants to read my blog - so I'm going to write one for her. I can't imagine that anyone else will be interested - is the blog o'sphere not already at full capacity on "jewish mommy" blogs? Apparently not. Coco says that I should write so that my daughters have a record to read. Be forewarned - my writing is a little rusty and my thoughts are a little jumbled and I get interrupted constantly for important reasons like giving kisses to a boo boo, or to rush my toddler to the potty, or to nurse my baby - all of which I think might detract from the focus required to string sentences together and avoid sounding like a strung out lunatic. But I'm going to make the effort for my daughters and of course, for Coco.
Daughter #1 - today you told me that I was awesome. So when you're a teenager and you can't come up with one single thing that you like about me I want you to know that one day, when you were three years old you were sitting at the kitchen table in a pink shirt with a monkey on it eating bowtie pasta with oil and garlic (your favorite) and you were so delightful to watch and I said to you, "sweetheart, you're awesome" and you looked up at me with those stunning impossible green eyes and smiled (you have four dimples when you smile!) and you said, "mommy, you're awesome too."
With a vote of confidence like that how can I not succeed?