One night I take photos and wonder if my son will want to see such photos someday.
I have my doubts.
The weather interests me only when it shifts, which is all the time in Vermont.
Cheez-its and cranberry cocktail = barf.
|Self portrait of son.|
I sleep as long as I can and then I sleep longer. My hips bruise from the pressure of my weight, I roll from side to side. I don't want to speak with anyone. If only I spoke with someone then I'd quit thinking about myself and feel better. I am so grumpy I am starting to form a resentment against my child and he is only due tomorrow.
|Duck at the farm|
|The lake in early February|
|Papa Bear reading The Hunger Games in bed|
Last night we had dinner with our dear friends. They told us of a quote they'd recently found about having children. It went something like this:
Having children is deciding to let your heart live outside your body for the rest of your life.