two sweethearts

it dawned on me the other night as i watched the little guy sleeping, sprawled out across our bed, looking more and more like a big boy, that i probably should've been writing about him from the very beginning . . . what i am amazed by daily. writing due to the fear of forgetting. that doesn't seem possible at the moment - forgetting - but i also know my damara-brain and that most solid memories and facts and day-to-day particulars get lost along the way. so, just a few words: sweaty head after napping against me; the bright eyes and quick breathing every time he opens the bathroom cabinet door; his fake cry; the two minutes of low moaning before he falls asleep each night; uncontrollable laughter each time the toivey-dog sneezes; how he loves to drink water, gulping and gulping; how his face lights up when his pa walks in the door; the conversational tone as he "talks" - usually explaining, sometimes complaining, always telling me how it is.

bathing with ma

the little guy sure likes to have fun in the water -
damara says she's going to make sure he is not afraid of water like his papa.
lately, every saturday we've been taking ellis to the pool at the school.
he's loving it. cheers, andy.