Also, I was starting to get a few subtle cues that it was time to move Malachi out of the bassinet and into the crib :)



Children's voices in the orchard
Between the blossom- and the fruit-time:
Golden head, crimson head,
Between the green tip and the root.
Black wing, brown wing, hover over;
Twenty years and the spring is over;
To-day grieves, to-morrow grieves,
Cover me over, light-in-leaves;
Golden head, black wing,
Cling, swing,
Spring, sing,
Swing up into the apple-tree.
--T.S. Eliot
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poor guy. I HATE having sick kids, especially when they're infants.
ReplyDeletePoor little lamb :( He's probably just really upset because he wants to come down to Aunt Sheila's to play :0)
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