You Achieve a Milestone while I’m Brushing My Teeth

Your fluffy hair, sly eyes,

aggressive laugh, as you grip

the crib rail, standing

Two Haiku for the Baby Sleeping in Her Own Room

Baby monitor 

breathes static. I listen for

each cough or whimper.  

I can’t hear her breaths;

I have to have faith in them.

Good night, my baby.  

Haiku for the Untimely End to a Nap

Sleep interrupted,

a baby vents her just rage,

clinging to my arm.

Haiku for That Face

Lower lip made large,

corners pointed down, trembling:

upset, adorable.

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We’ve yet to truly capture it with a camera, but do you know the face I mean?  She’s so sad, but so cute when she makes this face!  She’s about three and a half months old now.  Life is so different…