10 glorious days of Tatum

Tatum and Bapa have a moment.

The princess enjoys sleeping on a pillow while she naps.

“It is easier to build strong children than it is to repair broken men.” ~ Frederick Douglass

Tatum’s so tiny.  I don’t remember Adam ever being that small.  Not only was his birth weight 6oz more than hers, he was two weeks ‘older’ than his sister at the time of delivery.  Such enormous miracles my children—and all children—are that they come in such little packages.

Everything about Tatum is pure joy to be cherished. 

When she’s in my arms I inhale her….the soothing smell of a new baby’s skin combined with the Dreft on her clothes [and of course lingering traces of formula] soothes me.  Her ten tiny fingers and her ten tiny toes.  The remnants of her umbilical cord.  An expressive face reacting to stimuli.  Her yawns, stretches, coos, and burps.  Rubbing her chubby little cheeks to mine.  The constant eye contact with Mommy to constantly remind me of our inextricable bond.  Droopy eyelids after a hearty bottle.  Eskimo kisses.  My life began March 26, 2008 and commenced yet again February 21, 2012.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,



About Cocktails With Hemingway

I'm blunt and opinionated. Virtually everything I say or do is a contradiction but I'm not a hypocrite. I never hesitate to speak my mind and never fail to leave an impression wherever I go. You love me, you hate me, but you'll never forget me.
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