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Friday, August 14, 2009

Can't We Stop Time? (Part II)


I didn't want him to come out...

I knew he'd have a ridge on his head and squished ears. He might have furry cheeks and shoulders. He probably wouldn't open his eyes, he would squeak like a mouse, and he would smell like heaven.


And then he wouldn't have an umbilical cord anymore, not even the little purple dead part.

And he would begin to open his eyes and have tears and sound like a baby, not a mouse.

The ridge would go away and the ears would start to straighten out.

The furry, delicious skin would start to be regular human skin.

And soon he won't smell like heaven anymore either.

Oh, stop, stop, stop!

I didn't want him to come out because I've done this before. I knew what was coming.

Let the mourning begin.

2 comments:

Jodi said...

No, no, no. Mr. "no-name" will be totally different. He won't ever talk back or keep you up at night. He'll have a palate for vegetables and fruits with a great disdain for all processes and sugary foods. He'll fold his arms reverently all through family night and say "Yes mother" when something is asked of him.

He'll always be your little slice of heaven. You'll see.

Heather O. said...

Total slice of heaven. Congrats!!!! Did you have a home birth? Wow, what a woman. He's absolutely gorgeous, and when you get around to naming the little vegetable man, let us know. He makes me so hungry I want to just reach through the screen and eat him. And you know I mean that in the best sense.

Love you!!!