Hold on Loosely

When we brought Delilah home from the hospital (NINE FREAKING MONTHS AGO) we had a plethora of baby-wearing apparatus-i at the ready.    Scott quickly laid claim to the baby bjorn, while I initially liked the moby wrap, because well…I was carrying around about 10,000,000 extra lbs, and I liked how much of my postpartum body the moby covered.   But Sara and my sister kept clicking their tongues and echoing each others chants of “Ergo Baby, Ergo Baby, Ergo Baby.”    So we decided to give it a go.   Actually I lucked out and Ergo Baby was nice enough to send me their Ergo Organic Carrier in Black/embroidery and I instantly fell in love.   The first morning I wore it around the house, Delilah fell asleep on me.

It’s like a giant cuddle with my sweet baby.   I love wearing her in it.   I love feeling her warm little self close to me, she hums a sweet little hum and she always falls asleep.   And when she’s awake, she peeks over the edge with one eye, sneaky, cozy, safe from the world.   And on thursdays when my wonderful mother-in-law watches Delilah, she borrows our ergo and wears her while she waters the lawn.   And even though our particular ergo has pink and purple and yellow embroidery on it (which I totally love) even Scott gets in on the action – unafraid to wear his girl in front of even his harley-riding, bandana-wearing, crotch-scratching business partner.  In short?  It rules.

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And in writerly news, my friend and favorite English teacher Metta is hosting a poetry blog hop that she publicly challenged me to participate in, and it’s kind of like literary mad-libs (I think that’s actually redundant, but whatever…)  It came out kind of cool.   I took some liberties.  There’s some hokey rhyme and almost no reason to it.   I couldn’t control myself.  Enjoy.

{You can click HERE to see what this blog hop business is all about and HERE to join.}

I’m from brass vintage wall art
from bar stools and swag lamps
I’m from oddly formed arches set back from the street
I’m from teak and linoleum, walls of glass, thick concrete
I’m from night blooming jasmine
and pink bouganvilla –
From north of ventura,
behind the galleria
I’m from sweet cream cheese frosting and dark chocolate cake
I’m from leopard bikinis and eyebrows as bait.
I’m from everything has a place and counting to three
from expletives in yiddish and strong brooklyn accents
I’m from LA and new york
halva and french toast
From butter knife suicide survivors
and a garage filled with the treasures of long lost loved ones
the family that curses and laughs and interrupts together
stays together
and grows
and grows

{I felt like it needed that second “and grows.” Y’know? Anyway, Whew!   That felt weird.   But kind of good weird. I think my therapist would be proud of me. Thanks Metta.}

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