This morning’s walk
You snugged against me, curled
Cornflower blue eyes taking in
Smudges of green
Curves of stone
Flitter of branch

Older boys stumble around the pond
Donning nets
Flailing wide for small, tailed things.

I count turtles
Their long lizard necks
Reaching towards the sun
And I tell you how we walked here before,
When you were a pebble, a plum, a palm

You slide into sleep
Dreaming of warm rivers?
Coils and caves?

We pass three men digging a grave
And I steal kisses from your head
You smell of bark and rain

I think of the winding nights
Your legs kicking
Cheeks maroon, eyes like seeds
Both of us in tears

Or when you wake
And remember us
Your smile a half moon
Your almond eyes crescents

I think of first gaze, giggle, grasp
Of the way the days avalanche by.

There is not enough time
For you to teach me all I need to know…

Swingers

I'm probably establishing some poor sleeping habits, but my little one is once again peacefully swinging away in la-la land. Mama got to do laundry, dishes, and take a shower~ complete with a mustache Nair session, bang trimmin', and a bit of eyebrow plucking. Total bliss. This, on top of our new Sunday a.m. tradition~ Scott making gluten-free (banana this week!) pancakes. Good, good stuff. Oh, and Max must've slept at least 5 hours straight last night~ the fact that I'm not entirely sure how long he slept is an excellent sign. Today is definitely one of the top-ten Sundays~ at least since Max's arrival. Okay, so it's only been 11 weeks, but still!

Yesterday marked my first outing with Max~ excluding a brief excursion to my parents condo to put their trash cans inside (about 10 minutes away) when he was about 2 weeks old. I went to a yoga class and it was great. Getting out the door was hard though~ it felt so weird to leave the little guy behind, even in the extremely capable hands of my husband. Driving without having to worry about one-handedly reaching back to replace Max's pacifier was strange. I felt like I was forgetting an arm or something. But, once I got there, it was nice. And my body sooo needed to stretch. Sadly, the little guy was a little fussy for Scott~ which I felt bad about. But they both seem to have recovered nicely.

Well, I'm off to extract (it just sounds nicer than pumping, somehow) some milk for said little one before he wakes up...