Children Books

So a friend of mine read my entries and said that he really liked them. He brought up an interesting idea. He said that I should try to write children books. I had never thought about it, but it actually sounds like something I could maybe dabble in. I am not really sure what it would be about yet, but I am considering writing some ideas down and seeing where it goes. I think that having Alessa will give me plenty of ideas.

Fun Fun Fun in the Sun Sun Sun

sitting on the steps watching my 6 month old play in her saucer while the sun shines down on her..chewing on her toys, while slobber trickles down her little chin.. she stands on her tiny tip toes trying to reach further and look over the edge of the saucer.. the yellow rays warm her skin.. she giggles and gurgles while babbling sweet nothingness.. smacking her lips and clicking her tongue, making up conversation with herself.. her eyes dart excitedly and she whips her head back and forth as kids race by on their bikes.. she claps her little hands, enjoying the outside and entertainment.. this is utter bliss <3<3

Goodnight Moon

My tearful daughter rubbed her tired eyes, wanting too many things all at once. I knew her little belly was hungry and ready for her final bottle before bedtime, but all she really wanted was to sleep. Yet she fought sleep at the same time. Her upsetting cries always squeeze my heart. I quickly changed her diaper and made her a bottle while her Daddy held her to abate her whimpers. With a warm bottle in hand, I cuddled into the corner of the couch with her and set to feeding her. She was instantly appeased.  I watched her slowly relax and stop fighting the oncoming slumber. Josh handed me her blanket, and covered her up. Her little fingers curled around the white lace fringed edges as she pulled it up to her cleft chin. She slowly drank her bottle and finally drifted off to her castle in the sky. I put her in her crib, and that's where she's at right now. I hate hearing her get so upset, but it is worth it when i get to see her sweet face relaxed when she finally goes to sleep.

Find My Writer

I used to write all the time.... Whether it was in my diary or poetry, I always had a notebook hanging out of my back pocket or in my bag. What happened?? My grandma always said that she was going to be the first person in line to get a signed copy of my first book. Somehow I lost my way.... My mom always wanted me to get my diaries compiled because I was constantly scribbling in one. I don't know if I would ever do that because of how very personal that is. I don't mind letting people see my thoughts, but I censure them a little before they hit the page. In my diary, I let out everything, including what I don't want anyone to know or what would probably hurt someone's feelings.
What brought this up is that I saw the blog of one of my closest friends that showed she got a book of her photography published. That is so wonderful and amazing, and I am very proud of her. When we started talking, it didn't seem as if she had confidence in her work or herself. I had no clue why because she's gorgeous, sweet, and unbelievably talented! Well, it looks like she finally found her way a little bit.
This also made me realize that I used to want to get a book published. I wanted to get my poetry out there or something.... I want to find my way back. Maybe I could get there some day....