Word 12: Baby

Baby…

I got a good personal giggle off of this word just now…hehe! anyway…

I was a baby once in this lifetime,
rarely anyone’s baby
babied a few
some were mine

Always wanted one
it never happened
so I became
“the mother of the universe”
(an ex called me that)

baby, babies, babied, babe, bae…

love, bundles, blessings, miracles, sweetness…

The Sixteenth Day…

Syre Christopher at 1 and a half

…the day of a child’s birth (family or close friends apply)

Who else would this be about beside the kid I love like my own?

Syre was born May 12th, 2007…two months early to his mama Alyhana. Aly and I met through my sister. They worked together when they were younger and became fast friends and eventually spirit sisters. The last time I saw Aly before Syre was born, she was rounding in the belly and eating something she hated…calamari. It seemed like we had just visited when we got the news she’d given birth early. My sis and I were only able to get to DC once throughout his stay, but we both connected with him. It was there that I named him “Pufnstuf” because he was swollen from the medication.

During his hospital stay, I remember going on the site I was on and sharing my concerns and asking for prayers. One woman (whom I can’t recall for the world of me) told me that my godson’s name meant “oxygen; breath of life” in Norse. Well…I took that as a sign that he’d be FINE…and he was.

When they came to visit Aly’s mom (who lives near us), my sis and I jumped at the chance to see our darling. He was so tiny. He slept the entire time.

I got a chance in 2009 to spend a couple of months with him. His mom needed a hand and I stayed with them for almost three months. We bonded and I had a wonderful time meeting a couple of people who I’d never met and spending time with Joy & Celeste, who drove from NY/NJ to visit me at Aly’s. As a matter of fact…it was at THAT time that Syre decided he was gonna dance for Ms. Celeste. HILARIOUS. My baby had and has such personality. (Doesn’t everyone say that about their kid? lol) Check him out!

Lawd, he cut UP!! We did, too!! That’s Joy and me narrating the baby’s dance. lmaooo

This child was a piece of work. We had a great time together and I hated for it to end. While there, I was able to get over and through something I was experiencing because of that little face. He’d cup Auntie’s face and say, “Aunny? Baby?” lol…priceless.

Syre “PIerre” acting silly! (NO one put him up to this)

He literally walked over, put his mom’s hat on and leaned in and looked at me like, “Hahaaa…who am I? Just guess!” LOL

Buy the kid a toy…he prefers the box.

I promise he thought that box had  wheels…he treated it like a car. He’d pack it up and jump in like it had gas…

All I had to do was say, “Cheeeeese”

I look kinda young there…lol (Oh hush)

He’s getting so big and handsome…

Last time I saw him he had an outgrown Mohawk…but, before long he had it back. Here’s a pic of him with his mom and my sis during that visit. It seemed almost impossible to get them ALL to look at the camera at the SAME time with a smile. Someone blinked, laughed or moved. lol

Aly, Syre & Sis

 I love him. He’s the closest thing I have to a child. My Syre-Boo…

Syre photo Syre.jpg
Syre Christopher at  5 or 6 months

Dia Viente y Ocho~ What If I Were Pregnant…

Lil Kween tryna mother baby cousin





…or got someone pregnant?


Well, that last part makes me either a freak o’nature or my mind dick is POTENT! LOL


Sooooo…if I were pregnant. Well, that would require some sort of sexual activity or willingness on my part to be a surrogate mom or an invitro patient.


Let’s just say I DID do the pelvis pop with someone and got knocked up I’d be happy…as long as it was with someone who could be a full participant in parenthood. If I did manage to get fertilized by the neighborhood “gardener” who tended to NOT tend to his seeds…I’d still accept my gift and do the best I could to be a great mom.


I’ve wanted to be a mom for a long time. I always get the side eye from mothers. “Why do you want kids?” or the infamous “Be lucky you DON’T have anyone else to be responsible for…”.


~sigh~


I get the whole “it-takes-money-time-energy-youth-patience-and GOD” to raise a village…or at least a few denizens in your personal hut…but, I always wanted the experience of carrying to full term a child who shares my DNA and my idiosyncrasies and getting to see them form into their own person. At 38, the reality of this happening dwindles a little more everyday…especially with no real candidate for a husband. Either way…if I were pregnant…I’d thank God for trusting me with someone else’s life and do my best at not screwing them up. lol

Happiest 2nd Birthday, Syre Boo!


Today is my little Pufnstuf’s 2nd birthday. He was born early…2 whole months early. His mom was supposed to be on bed rest, but the bills demanded that she work. My godson Syre Christopher was brought into the world and became a ray of sunshine for all who love him.

He endured a couple of surgeries and a couple of months in the hospital. When he came home from the hospital, his mom and dad rented a limo to bring the little star home. He was so small…but so strong. I saw him in the hospital. I saw him a month after his trip home…and then again a few months later for his 1st Christmas. A whole year went by without seeing him. I saw him again on Christmas of 2008. We saw him frequently into the New Year, and then his mom asked for my help. It was then…about 2 days after my birthday…that I returned home with her and Syre. I stayed in DC for 2 months caring for him, waking up with him everyday.

That little boy is a TRIP. I’d wake up and he’d be standing over me like 3am smiling. He has a sense of humor to rival some adults. He knows EXACTLY when he’s being funny. Take that picture up there. It’s one of my faves. His mom and I were talking, just gabbing along…both of us on our laptops…when we looked up and he had on her new beret. He had it tilted right and everything, with this smirk on his face like, “Am I funny…huh?” Of course Auntie had to flip out the camera phone and take pics. Too hilarious for words. There were so many more moments like those. I got to bond with him, teach him…and in the interim…learn from him as well.

I miss him like crazy. Happy Birthday, Syre. Godmommy loves you.