fat...not that I'm fat per se, but the teen body years are definitely behind me. I text Quinn to see if they are back from the park and if they have eaten yet.
Me: Yo, bitch you and my girl eaten or should I make something?
Quinn: We are just heading home now. Demi had a fruit pack but nothing heavy, she said she is ‘hungry’ ;) Make us food hoe!!!
Me: Ok, I will do some mac and cheese by the time you get here. Cya in a bit
She doesn’t reply back and I head home to make food for my two favorite girls. I walk the few blocks between work and my apartment, passing the dance studio that Demi and I both take dancing classes at once a week. I loved dancing all through high school and only stopped when I was pregnant with Demi. Quinn and Carolyn convinced me to pick it back up again when my baby was just a year old, and by God it felt good. Not only does it keep me fit and in good shape, it helps clear my head as well.
I make it to my apartment, throwing my bag and apron on the kitchen table and start cooking the mac and cheese. Once that is started, I drop my apron into the laundry basket and head for my bedroom to change into something more comfortable. I put on my comfy shorts and a floral cami. Leaving my shoes off, I walk back to the kitchen just in time for my baby girl to come bursting through the door.
“Mama, Mama, Mama where are you? Auntie Quinn bought me a big ass ice cream” She stops dead in her tracks and puts her hand over her mouth. Quinn looks at me with humor in her eyes and I fight to keep the smile off my face. I have warned Quinn about cursing in front of her; she is at the age now where she is picking everything up, just soaking it into her tiny, impressionable brain.
“Oops sorry Mama, Auntie Quinn told me not to tell you about the ice cream” She corrects herself for the ice cream slip up but not the cursing. Freaking Quinn. I kneel down so I am face to face with my daughter.
“Baby, I will deal with Auntie Quinn about the ice cream before dinner but there was something else you did wrong. Do you know what you said that you shouldn’t have?” I ask her. Her eyes look between me and Quinn and her eyes go wide. She knows, bless her heart.
“I’m sorry, Mama it just came out I promise not to say it again” She looks down at the floor, my heart breaks just a little for her. I lift her chin to look at me.
“Baby, I’m not upset with you for cursing ok, you know you said a bad word but you didn’t mean to say it. Now what do we always say to Auntie Quinn about cursing?” I smile at her and a huge amazingly beautiful smile crosses her face. She turns to Quinn, who is now sitting at the kitchen table.
“No cursing bad words, Auntie Quinn. Mama and me will wash your mouth out with soap. That’s what Mrs. Dawson says to all the boys at the park.” I kiss her head and laugh at Quinn’s face while heading back to check on our food.
“Demi, go wash up for dinner please” She bounces off to wash up and I turn to Quinn. “Dude, really? Watch what you say around her, you know what she is like these days”
“Oh, don’t I know it. While at the park she saw a friend of hers from day care there with his dad. She told me that she hopes that Blake turns out like his dad when he is older because his dad is, and I quote ‘Freaking yummo’ So yep, watch your mouth Mama, around that girl” We both laugh. I start serving up our dinner when Demi comes back into the kitchen. We sit and talk about our day while eating. Demi is such a life wire she has to be in on everything. She is like a mother hen with any child smaller than her she is just such a sweet little girl. I do always wonder how different she would be if she had a male role model in her life.
Quinn washes up while I bath and get Demi ready for bed. She always has to go to sleep with music playing, even if it’s just the radio. Most children her age need a bedtime story but not my daughter Nope she has a love of
Me: Yo, bitch you and my girl eaten or should I make something?
Quinn: We are just heading home now. Demi had a fruit pack but nothing heavy, she said she is ‘hungry’ ;) Make us food hoe!!!
Me: Ok, I will do some mac and cheese by the time you get here. Cya in a bit
She doesn’t reply back and I head home to make food for my two favorite girls. I walk the few blocks between work and my apartment, passing the dance studio that Demi and I both take dancing classes at once a week. I loved dancing all through high school and only stopped when I was pregnant with Demi. Quinn and Carolyn convinced me to pick it back up again when my baby was just a year old, and by God it felt good. Not only does it keep me fit and in good shape, it helps clear my head as well.
I make it to my apartment, throwing my bag and apron on the kitchen table and start cooking the mac and cheese. Once that is started, I drop my apron into the laundry basket and head for my bedroom to change into something more comfortable. I put on my comfy shorts and a floral cami. Leaving my shoes off, I walk back to the kitchen just in time for my baby girl to come bursting through the door.
“Mama, Mama, Mama where are you? Auntie Quinn bought me a big ass ice cream” She stops dead in her tracks and puts her hand over her mouth. Quinn looks at me with humor in her eyes and I fight to keep the smile off my face. I have warned Quinn about cursing in front of her; she is at the age now where she is picking everything up, just soaking it into her tiny, impressionable brain.
“Oops sorry Mama, Auntie Quinn told me not to tell you about the ice cream” She corrects herself for the ice cream slip up but not the cursing. Freaking Quinn. I kneel down so I am face to face with my daughter.
“Baby, I will deal with Auntie Quinn about the ice cream before dinner but there was something else you did wrong. Do you know what you said that you shouldn’t have?” I ask her. Her eyes look between me and Quinn and her eyes go wide. She knows, bless her heart.
“I’m sorry, Mama it just came out I promise not to say it again” She looks down at the floor, my heart breaks just a little for her. I lift her chin to look at me.
“Baby, I’m not upset with you for cursing ok, you know you said a bad word but you didn’t mean to say it. Now what do we always say to Auntie Quinn about cursing?” I smile at her and a huge amazingly beautiful smile crosses her face. She turns to Quinn, who is now sitting at the kitchen table.
“No cursing bad words, Auntie Quinn. Mama and me will wash your mouth out with soap. That’s what Mrs. Dawson says to all the boys at the park.” I kiss her head and laugh at Quinn’s face while heading back to check on our food.
“Demi, go wash up for dinner please” She bounces off to wash up and I turn to Quinn. “Dude, really? Watch what you say around her, you know what she is like these days”
“Oh, don’t I know it. While at the park she saw a friend of hers from day care there with his dad. She told me that she hopes that Blake turns out like his dad when he is older because his dad is, and I quote ‘Freaking yummo’ So yep, watch your mouth Mama, around that girl” We both laugh. I start serving up our dinner when Demi comes back into the kitchen. We sit and talk about our day while eating. Demi is such a life wire she has to be in on everything. She is like a mother hen with any child smaller than her she is just such a sweet little girl. I do always wonder how different she would be if she had a male role model in her life.
Quinn washes up while I bath and get Demi ready for bed. She always has to go to sleep with music playing, even if it’s just the radio. Most children her age need a bedtime story but not my daughter Nope she has a love of
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