Co-Author, Baby Soft, and Baby Mine

Co-Author:
Vash used to love to type on my computer and laugh like a mad scientist while he did it. I never minded and we actually thought it was quite funny, until recently when he pulled a few of the keys off  rendering Charles McGowan (My laptop) unusable. He wont be helping me write books any more, I think.

Baby Soft:
Vash is going through a phase where he wants to have or use whatever I have or use. My food, my shoes, my make up. I out on a hair band and he wants one. He likes to wear a flower clip on his shirt on Sundays and we call it a pretty. I pretend to curl his eye lashes and he wants my blush too. Anyway, he used to want to put lotion on all the time and I couldn't figure it out because I rarely wear lotion. He'd pull out every lotion I have and put a little on. One fragrance on his legs, a different fragrance on his arms, a third on his tummy. Lotion, lotion, lotion. What was going on? Why this addiction? Well, Nana figured it out. She was snuggling him and rubbing his legs when she noticed a few dry patches on them. Psoriasis. It runs it the family. Has haunted Nana for years. Poor little guy wanted the lotion because it made him feel better.

Baby Mine:
When Vash was a new baby, just days old, I had the baby blues and would cry for no reason at all. Well, he had his days and nights mixed up and with Craig having work all day, I often stayed up at night and rocked him. He'd cry unless I sang. I'd sing Colors of the Wind, God Help the Outcasts, to name a few. The song he really liked was Baby Mine from Dumbo, though. Like Father like son, Craig and his daily dose of Dumbo. So there we were. Vash staring intently into my eyes, me staring back, bawling like an idiot, singing Baby Mine at two in the morning.
Baby mine, don't you cry.
Baby mine, dry your eyes.
Lay your head, close to my heart,
never to part,
baby of mine.