Thank my wife for saving you from my freestyle raps about this nurse-cation prompt.
Babies go through different stages while breastfeeding. Our firstborn nursed so much it was hard to tell whether or not she was cluster feeding at any time.
I knew I would struggle, but last night's work came so slowly and with such difficulty, I considered taking a break from finishing this poem. I am glad I stuck with it!
A mother's work is never done. These two poems present two perspectives on chasing sleep with little ones to worry about.
One of the longest walks you will ever take is from where you sleep to where baby sleeps. What if there was another way?
My wife found this guide from the Babylonian Bee, a satirical Christian site. The guide advises violence and being obnoxious to win people over to saying “Merry Christmas” instead of “Happy Holidays,” or something. Anyway it is slightly funny, but it is a bit sacrilegious and it is definitely unpersuasive.
The Hebrew midwives stood outside the large ornate doors. They scarcely turned to look at one another. They had been summoned for an audience with Pharaoh. He had ordered them to oversee the deaths of each Hebrew male born to the daughters of Israel.
Expectations and reality can differ greatly in many areas of our lives, perhaps none more so than when the topic at hand is children.
In the original Aladdin, the eponymous hero is almost certainly Chinese. It think it say he is in China and he seems to be from there. There have been Muslims in China for quite a long time. I think Disney made his Arab because the story of Aladdin was linked to the Arabian Nights anthology at some point in history, decades ago I assume.