Apples

I spent the rest of my maternity leave teaching my Angel her skills. She’s a fast learner. Maybe this will mean she will do great in school too. I am so worried about her.

Money is coming in very slow. When Rez got sick with a stomach bug and missed a week of work, it really hit home. We are dirt poor, but our life is amazing together. I already have more than I ever imagined.

The girls shared a birthday and we celebrated like we always do. Rez is the party animal and he always makes sure the guest have an amazing time.

After Angel’s 5th birthday, it was time for her to be seen by her pediatrician again. The poor girl really is insane, and she is starting to show signs. The doctor recommends for her to stay off of medications as long as she can. She is always talking to herself and getting into arguments with the walls.

It seems like I haven’t had a change of cloths in years. Since Susan has aged into an elder she invited me over to try on some of her old stuff. She also had left over baby cloths, so I took Amara.

Angel  started school and loved it. She made really good grades, but for some reason, the planets freaked her out.

New neighbors recently moved across the street from us, and Angel has taking a liking to their son. They spent countless hours together. They played tagged, they did homework together, and I even caught them stealing hugs and pats on the back.

A few months after Angel turned 5 and Amara turned 2, I noticed by body changing. I hadn’t been sick, but I was craving food and gaining weight. I decided I better go get checked out and sure enough, I was pregnant.

My diet was wrapped around apples. I ate apple pancakes, apple waffles, and anything else I could make with apples. Rez, poor thing, was sick of them.

Being the music lover she is, Amara loved her xylophone that was bought for her birthday. I can see her playing the guitar in the future.

Late one evening, while helping Angel with her homework, I went into labor. Angel, being her insane self, just went on to bed without a care in the world. I got into the car while Rez called the babysitter. We had the drill down pat. After three children, he doesn’t panic anymore.

Rez and I headed to the hospital, praying for a little boy.