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Category Archives: mamakus

Nighttime mamakus

21
his eyes closed
“My orange!” he cries out
a nightmare
22
Maddie takes
half from the middle
of our bed

Mamaku #10

I hold my daughter
and look into the mirror at
my mother’s face

Mamakus #7, #8, & #9

Madeleine
laughing in her sleep
three months old
(3-7-09)
dirt, dog food
nothing too gross for
the toddler palette
Maddie’s sleeping,
Ben’s at pre-school co-op,
five minutes of peace
(4-24-09)

Mamaku #6

trying not to go insane
singing, cuddling, walking for hours
these children won’t nap
This makes the third day in a row that it’s taken more than an hour to convince Ben to take an afternoon nap.  He very nearly fell asleep in his booster seat at lunch today and face planted in his almond butter and jelly [...]

Mamaku #5

toys scattered everywhere
Veggie Booty smashed in the rug
a toddler lives here
Does Veggie Booty count as a serving of vegetables?  Y’know, the same way the Reagan administration said that ketchup and pickle relish counted in the 80s?  Because I can’t get Ben to eat any other vegetables for love or for money.
(Credit for the Mamaku form, [...]

Mamaku #3

transition
in labor, at home
is painful

Me and my babies–aren’t they beautiful?  Ben sports his big brother sweatshirt, though he’s still not at all sure about the role.
After spending nearly 9 months worrying about being separated from her, I never would have guessed that being separated from him (while I’m tied to the nursing chair, changing a [...]

Mamaku #2

more waddle than walk
stretch marks fan across my belly
the thirty-sixth week