— For more in the Dear Babygirl series: Letters to my Unborn Daughter —
musings
Dear Babygirl, We need to talk. You know your Mama, I’m not much of a girly girl. Don’t get me wrong, I have grown into a few girly tendencies over the years – pedicures, eyebrow waxes, pickiness about my brand of make-up – but overall I’m a pretty straightforward, unfussy, no-drama kind of gal. Someone […]
Dear Babygirl, Today is Easter, and I can’t help but think what we will be doing, all three of us, next year at this time. You will be almost one year-old by then, crawling around the house, or perhaps even teetering on newly discovered walking feet. Maybe we’ll be up in Iowa with family, you […]
I’m weird because… I’m a homebody. I make a meal out of popcorn at least once a week. I am a terrible snob about my jeans but buy almost all my tops at Target. I’m unnecessarily scared of tornadoes even though I’ve never been in one. I kind of like the melanoma scar I have […]
Next up in the Dear Babygirl series? My own Mama. When I asked her what she would say to Babygirl, her first grandchild, she wrote the following: Dear Granddaughter (for now, we call you Babygirl), You’re due to be born in a few weeks and I’ve been thinking a lot about the memories that you’ll […]
Dear Babygirl, So, my feet have morphed into unrecognizable rectangles lately. We’ve discussed this. It’s common knowledge in this household that your mama is retaining water like a champ. It’s no big deal, really. If that’s the worst of my concerns I think I’m doing ok. Anyway, last night, as your Daddy and I were […]
Dear Babygirl, Remember when I told you the dream that Daddy had about you the other day? The one where you spoke your first word at a genius-level age of 3 months old and that that first word wasn’t just Dada or doggie, but rigamarole? Hehee. It still makes me laugh. Well, I had a […]
Dear Babygirl, This morning, while we were eating breakfast, your Daddy said that he had a dream about you. “You did?” I said. “That’s fun. What was it about?” “It was about how she started talking really early. Like, at three months old.” he replied. I had walked into the other room, I think to […]
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