Annika's Puberty Poem

"The time has come," my Annika said.
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes and clothes and puberty."
Oh the horror that this brings.
"And why babies are born this way
And whether it may sting."
"But wait a bit!" the mommy cried.
"Before we have our chat."
I'm not prepared, because you are 9
Let me wrap my head around that.
"No hurry" said my Annika. 
And so we talked and sat.


Annika is 11 now, it took me forever to post this because I forgot I wrote it. But every time I look at her now I am forced to remember.

Bailey's Bedtime Song

There there,
Little Girl,
There there.
It's time for sleep
Don't be scared.

The moon is out,
The stars say hello.
We send our love
To everybody we know.

We hear the waves crash
As the whales swim on by.
It's raining now,
My heart beats alive.

There there,
Little Girl,
There there.
It's time for sleep
Don't be scared.

I love you my dear, 
It's not as hard as it seems.
Just lay your head down
And begin your sweet dreams.

The morning will come,
And not a moment too soon,
You'll see my green eyes
And I'll see your blue.

There there,
Little Girl,
There there.
It's time for sleep
Don't be scared.



So please stop waking up at 3am.

Love,
Mommy