No, I am not pregnant (that factory closed 8.75 years ago). My third child’s name is Truffle. And he’s technically not a child but a canine. But like Chloe and Sophie, he demands much of my time, attention and affection.
If you had asked me a couple of years ago whether I’d ever write about a dog in a loving and maternal way, I would have laughed you out of my house. But look who’s eating crow now.
Continue reading The Third Child I Never Thought I’d Have
Remember how I said that Katy Perry named “Roar” after me? Well, it turns out Kelly Clarkson wrote “Stronger (What Doesn’t Kill You)” for me. It’s my new anthem.
Continue reading What Doesn’t Kill Super Truffle Makes Him Stronger
Sophie and I are having a special Sophie & Mommy afternoon. Papa, Chloe and one of Chloe’s friends went to see “Avatar.” Sophie and I are having a movie-fest of our own, at home. Watching a compilation of Pixar short movies, which are all super creative and entertaining.
She’s cuddled against me as we watch them for the second time in a row. I know, too much TV. But who cares? These cartoons are irresistible.
Anyway, Sophie is definitely my favorite cuddlebug. Chloe was never really a cuddler, but Sophie loves to give hugs and kisses. “I want to cuddle you SOOOO much!” she tells me. How cool is that? “And I love you,” she adds. Really, really cool.
Shortly after that exchange, we were both lying together on the couch and she positioned herself on top of me. And a few minutes later, I heard the heavy breathing of her sleep. Not a deep sleep, mind you. She wasn’t snoring, after all. But she had dozed off and I was transported back a few years to when she was just a baby. What a lovely memory.
I hope she never tires of the cuddling. I don’t think I ever will.