mommy loves to wr -

A couple weeks ago, I found a shard of green chalk at the playground while Theo was rooting around in the sand for pine cones. I wrote Theo's name on the sidewalk for him, and after he eloquently scribbled over top of that for a while, started to write my own little message to the world: Mommy loves to wr -

Interrupted by one of those lazy fall wasps, meandering just a touch too near my son's face.

I'm amused by the turnings my mind takes when a piece of chalk turns up in the sand: First, that my son's name comes first; and then, when I'm with him, I'll always write Mommy for me; and if a dash away from his danger means a dash away from my self-expression, so be it.

But also that I still love to write. It's just that, at the moment, my voice is busy singing to a little one, and rediscovering the incredibly complex syllabics of our spoken word with him, and murmuring into the chosen, holy wordlessness of mother's milk.

So be it.

high time (for some new pictures)

Sorry, no time for captions. As you can see, we have a busy boy on our hands! Most of the pictures are self-explanatory, and if not, have great imaginative content...

growing

Yes, we're all growing, our little family, more tender and tenacious even than our tomato seedlings...

in which we marvel at the wonder of life

food, glorious food!

Kickin back the beets!

asleep & awake