
It is, of course, completely unreasonable. But it’s true, I want to be Barbie. Well, more like I want the life of Barbie……..at least the Barbies that live in my house.

It is, of course, completely unreasonable. But it’s true, I want to be Barbie. Well, more like I want the life of Barbie……..at least the Barbies that live in my house.
It’s wintertime – – in the northeast United States. That means snow, ice, wind and snowdays. 
Remember being a kid and watching through the window hoping, praying (and maybe even offering your intentions to be a PERFECT child) for a snowday. A sleep in late day. A watch TV and eat junk food all day kind of day.
We’ve been working with a poetry unit this semester learning all kinds of poetry styles. We have also been enjoying books of poems by Jack Prelutsky - a master wordsmith for kids! His work inspired a fun project; we decided to collaborate on a poem where we each wrote a stanza. Here are the amusing results.
First off – I’m not Miss Manners, Martha Stewart, Amy Vanderbilt, Emily Post or Letitia Baldridge. Matter of fact, I’m sure they could find a thing or two three about me that they’d love to fix. BUT I’m relatively confident that I have common sense and consideration most of the time, especially when it comes to “how to act in public”. I was raised by a woman who thought nothing of a whap upside the back of my head if I misbehaved out in public . I knoweth of what I speak!
It begins the day you find out you’re pregnant: you do things you never thought you would and don’t want to do.
You start by giving up coffee….well, at least caffeine…and then cocktails….well except for an occasional glass of wine… all for the baby. You suffer unending nausea trying every “safe” remedy someone suggests just so that you can brush your teeth without tossing your cookies. You let perfect strangers touch your bulging belly and comment on your girth, tell you what you should do and add their opinion to your name choices. Think about it: would you allow that if you WEREN’T waddling your way through your last trimester?!