Haiku Mama

Beautiful Boy

2011-12-20T10:49:00.000-08:00

My beautiful boy
My smile, and his daddy's face

His own gorgeous curls!

Halloween

2011-11-04T10:19:00.000-07:00

Milkmaid and wee cow
Dressup box saves the costume
Mama created

Robot bat he shouts

I have no clue what that means

But I still make it

#53

2011-04-06T06:37:00.000-07:00

I love Ses'me Street.
I like Grover and Oscar.
But I love Big Bird.

#52

2011-01-29T05:18:00.000-08:00

Pregnant knitting friends
Remind me how big I was
Not so long ago

31 weeks - October 2007

35 weeks - Nov 2007 - still had another 6 WEEKS TO GO!!!

#51

2010-12-09T11:51:00.000-08:00

Beautiful season

Beautiful, beautiful boy

His smile fools them all

#50

2010-11-05T05:45:00.000-07:00

Billy Connolly

There is magic when
A bucket list item is
Crossed off with a smile

Quivering voice says
"I met Billy Connolly"
His glee is mine, too

#48, #49

2010-06-20T18:34:00.000-07:00

Took a peek this morn

Duck and babies have waddled

One poor egg is left

Oh, am I morbid
To want to break it open
See what lies inside?

#47

2010-06-03T07:27:00.000-07:00

Mama Duck hides eggs,

She hates wading toddler pool,
She waits for silence.

#46

2010-06-03T07:23:00.000-07:00

Stares at the telly,

Bowels as relaxed as jaw,

Oh come, dear poop, come!

#45

2010-01-28T10:36:00.000-08:00

Why, I ask, oh why
Do you look like a pirate?
He responds with 'arrr'.

#42, #43, #44

2009-06-30T06:10:00.000-07:00

Soon the school year ends
Summer will bring happy days
More time with kids, good!

Why do you dread it?
I ask so many women
See not what they have.

Fall days will come soon
Enjoy their childhood right now
Soon they will be grown

#38, #39, #40 and #41

2009-04-01T10:08:00.000-07:00

Try to potty train
Loves to pee in pot, not poo
Oh how I love poo!

Smeared on back and legs
Smelling of horrible shit
Anus red and sore

You'd think that the pain
Would motivate the training
Stubborn like Mama

Books help to keep still
Sesame Street always works
But still impatient

Then Mama sees him
So cute and still and "reading"
Can't help but love him

#37 Ha ha ha

2009-04-01T09:55:00.000-07:00

Not often clever
But April Fools are easy
People gullible

OH! Data erased
Need new class lists right away
Silly teachers....HA!

#35 + #36 = LOVE?

2009-02-14T07:54:00.000-08:00

I hate Valentine's,

Forced romance, meaningless love,

Cards, choc'late, flowers.

Any other day,

Gifts would be great from my love,

Now? Empty gesture.

#32, #33, #34

2009-01-16T05:00:00.000-08:00

Snot freezes in air,
Front steps need more salt on them,
Why do I live here?

Gordon Ramsay rocks,
You tell it, baby, 'fuck ya',
"Clean up your act, cook."

Babe will ambulate,
Stands sometimes, steps soon to come,
You watch out, Mama!

#31

2009-01-13T10:29:00.000-08:00

How does it happen,

That two darks put together,

Can make one so fair?

#28, #29, #30

2008-12-29T08:04:00.000-08:00

Toys are everywhere,
Gift bags on ev'ry surface,
Christmas is over.

Cleanup is a bitch,
So am I, I have to guess,
Put your shit away!

The tree is still up,
Until New Year's day it stays,
Then all of it goes.

#25, #26, #27

2008-12-22T08:27:00.000-08:00

Cold, sunny winter,
Snow piled high on boulevard,
Plows not by, can't walk.

Not finished shopping,
List written out in pocket,
When will I get done?

Kids done, hubby done,
Folks, cousins, aunts and uncles,
Claus needs to help more.

#24

2008-12-19T06:26:00.000-08:00

Water baby bum,

Wet curls warm my heart and soul,

Loves to lick the tub.

#23

2008-12-10T06:27:00.000-08:00

Duran Duran rock,
So tired and my throat hurts,
Worth every cent.

In our infinite wisdom, Richard & I decided to park the car at the Pickering GO and ride the train...saving money, gas and environment. We got there in plenty of time and found our seats (needed tissue for the nosebleeds). We got some not-as-expensive-as-I-expected ACC food and headed back for the show.
The openers, Your Vegas, put on a fantastic show, warming up the crowd for half-an-hour or so. The seats slowly filled and we watched from above as the roadies rolled out the red carpet on the stage for the Red Carpet Massacre of the tour's title.

The lights went out and for the next two hours we were on our feet, dancing, clapping, singing along to some new great tunes and the fantastic classics of DURAN DURAN.

2008-12-09T05:40:00.000-08:00

Maybe Haiku Mama is no longer the most appropriate title for this blog. Although, I do love the brevity of the haiku, as well as the thought involved. It requires a certain amount of forethought and therefore one cannot be found to blurt out any old thing.
At the same time, I like the purging quality of just typing out thoughts and senetences as they occur...a more freeform writing that appeals to my spontaneous side.
That said, I will try, more than anything, to post more frequently. I have more free time (as well as a functioning digital camera), and as such more time to put my thoughts and ideas out there.
So, tonight Richard & I are off to see Duran Duran! I can hardly believe that after this many years (I will not say how many), I am actually going to see them live! And, who'd have thought that John Taylor would still be the cutest in the band!?!

#21, #22

2008-12-08T05:27:00.000-08:00

Babe's first santa p'rade,
Mama too nauseous to go,
Missed him licking the snow flakes.

Next day, Santa at party,
Chose Leafs mini stick from pile,
Cried when cheese ran out.

Out of sequence rant...

2008-12-04T11:21:00.000-08:00

So, I'm sitting at my desk and wondering why I can't find the inspiration necessary to write any meaningful stories. In the last three years, my life has changed so dramatically that one would think that there'd be inspiration lying somewhere. Moving from an apartment to a rented house to our own home, getting married, settling into a neighbourhood that is near and dear to both our hearts, our children going to our alma maters (both elementary and secondary), enduring a body-wrenching pregnancy and c-setion and now going back to work in my former high school....that's a lot to digest. So, maybe it's not that I lack inspiration, but that my life is filled with too much stimulus, too much contentment, too much fulfillment, that I have no aching need to write.

But, should there not still be a spark of fiction flickering in my brain somewhere? A tiny glimmer of a tale...but wait! Is there something there? Ahhh, I think, yes, I think there is something there. Maybe I've got something that would grow into something resembling a story. Is there hope? Possibly...

#20

2008-12-04T08:41:00.000-08:00

I'm now back to work,
Babe enjoys daycare, loves it,
Maybe not so bad.

#19

2008-08-01T12:40:00.000-07:00

Shelving, racks, store front.
So much to do, not much time.
Our life restarts now.

#16, #17, #18

2008-07-15T13:07:00.000-07:00

Smell sunscreen on babe,
Reminds me of yesterday,
When teens were wee ones.

Two weeks gone from home,
Feels like a month dragging on,
Two weeks at home flies!

Feeding babe barley,
Notice grain on nose...lick it,
Eeeew, that's not barley!

#14, #15

2008-07-05T12:58:00.000-07:00

Eight years worth of sweat,
Eight years of toil and trouble,
Eight years gone, gone, gone.

Finally he quits!
No more morons, no more dorks!
Now, new horizons!

#11, #12, #13

2008-07-02T09:17:00.000-07:00

These are for the crazy week we've had:

Things can change so quick,
Up to down to up again,
Never dull with Rich.

Never say "I quit",
Unless to a greedy boss,
Say it loud and clear.

Crary Park gorgeous,
Canada Day beautiful,
Fireworks perfect end.

#7, #8, #9, #10.

2008-06-25T05:52:00.000-07:00

Even with ten calls,
Thirteen year olds can't make plans,
Finally goes out.

Faced mashed against mesh,
Trying to escape play pen,
But confined babe good.

Lacrosse helps shed pounds,
Twelve year old son looks gangly,
Giant shoes don't help.

Furtive sex in morn,
Silent humping, don't wake babe,
Still he rises with the sun!

#4, #5, #6

2008-06-22T09:52:00.000-07:00

Sleeping now, oh joy!
What to do, what to do? Crap!
He's awake again.

Sky blue, sky grey, clouds.
Laundry flapping, must come in.
Can't do fast enough.

Great dress, shoes, up-do.
Where has the little girl gone?
Grade eight grad comes quick.

#3

2008-06-21T21:02:00.002-07:00

How could it be true?
I helped make you, carried you?
Oh, beautiful son.

#2

2008-06-21T21:02:00.001-07:00

Shower? Really? Me?
It's been days since I was clean.
Wait! He is awake.

#1

2008-06-21T21:02:00.000-07:00

Some days are harder
I can only take so much
But, oh, when he sleeps