Not a baby
Friday, July 31, 2009
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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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Mary feels her hair or my hair or anybody's hair while she sucks on her fingers, too. I love it. I love that she needs me for comfort like that.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite photo is the one where he's at the edge of the pool and his little belly is hanging over his swimsuit. I love baby bellies.
Marilyn, when is the other baby due? I can't remember.
ReplyDeleteSuch cute boys. Such a sweet baby.
Bryony
I hate to side with Malachi, but I think he's more of a very, very short little man than a baby. I wish he loved me so he'd cuddle with me. He's so cute!
ReplyDeleteI'm trying to catch up, M. So I'm going to put all my kid-picture comments here. Your shots are lovely, and you will treasure them forever. I know - I've spent 100s of hours in the last two years trying to get all these things digitized for my own kids. I know that seam between baby and little kid - and it's hard, especially when baby gets bumped up by a new baby. But yours is so beautiful. I think you're doing very well, hon. I wish I could have gotten Gin up there to see you - I'd have come, too - or did she come and not tell me, the rat? Maybe next time -
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