Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Dear Elsie, I’m full of fear for you sometimes. Not a great first line is it, Elsie Pelsie? Sorry. Mostly I’m all about looking toward our divine future as mother and daughter. But once in a while (okay a lot), I hear radio programs about abducted children and H1N1 and death by Craisins—all which scare [...]
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Your laugh has evolved into something more distinguishable as a laugh and less like a choking cough. I find it quite delightful. The first time I heard it emerge was after kissing your belly. A classic and rewarding move. You seem to be extra cute and kissable these days. At inopportune moments. Like just when [...]
Dear Elsie, You are four days away from being four months old. To quote my California midwife, “Very Cool!” How are you liking Toronto by the way? I keep forgetting to ask. From my perspective, which is normally a standing bounce, you seem to be adjusting. Except for the sudden onset of teething which is [...]
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Dear Elsie, You are just over 8 weeks old and turning into quite the smiler. And as much as I want you to be a people person comfortable with everyone, I admit to a cosy feeling when the smiles are particularly for me. I am your food source after all, which puts me in a [...]
You are five and a half weeks old. Six weeks on Monday. Can you believe it? All of a sudden you have really long toes! Other things you might like to know…when we wrap you up at night, sometimes you look like a mummy and sometimes you look like an insane asylum inmate from an [...]
Dear Elsie, Well, my little kitten. It’s time for an update. For starters, the other day I had such bad gas cramps, I thought I must be in labor. The pain was take-my-breath-away bad. Fortunately, it wasn’t a real emergency because it took the midwife four days to call us back. She left a message [...]
Dear Elsie, Mama loves breakfast. I hope you will love it too, and we will have lots of intimate brunches together. Daddy will make us amaranth pancakes, and I will read us breakfast poetry. I will have to read pretty loud, ’cause Daddy and I like to blare Lucinda Williams or Kathleen Edwards over break. [...]
Dear Elsie, We’re not getting much done these days, you and me. We’ve reverted back to our early days together of staring into space. Lately, I particularly enjoy sitting down in the bath with the shower raining down and staring…maybe it’s more meditating…usually over my belly, looking for signs of you! Sometimes when I think [...]
Dear Elsie, Okay, sometimes you hear the sounds of your Mama crying, but not too often. Sometimes there are lots of other sounds that ring in your ears like playful fairies. Like, for example, the sounds outside our apartment window. I have a feeling you would enjoy the hubbub, and be gurgling and smiling at [...]
Dear Elsie, We dreamt about you last night—your daddy and I. Two dreams in perfect synergy…all about you, our little kitten. (Okay, in reality, I think dreams are actually all about the dreamer. But let’s not crush the romanticism, ‘kay Els!) My dream was more on the practical side. I was trying to establish a [...]
