Wednesday, July 29, 2009

we hang, often




Wyeth and I hang out, all the time. 

There's a lot of:
inadequate focus for sustained reading, 
insufficient window for a phone call, 
small baby between me and keyboard so can't do that 
and head too bobbly to not support 
so can't simultaneously eat a yogurt either
time.

Like half-day and a half-night's worth sometimes.

Which is fine by me.
Sometimes I sing (Jerusalem and One Tin Soldier in current rotation).
Sometimes I read aloud (his Hungry Caterpillar, Pat the Bunny and mine, Sum)
Sometimes we listen to NPR, or Big Band, or Donavon, or classical.

More often, we're quiet, rocking, gazing and wondering and days disappear.

Love

c + w

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