I stayed with Charlie last night so his Mom & Dad could go out for dinner and whatever. A late anniversary celebration. About 830 he started twisting his forelock with both hands - a clear signal since babyhood that he is tired. He said I was wrong about that so I said, "let's test my theory." Once bundled under covers I found the music playlist on my phone that I started compiling around the time he was born. First up, randomly, was Johnny Mathis singing "Chances Are" followed closely by "Ride Across the River" by Dire Straits (released the year Jake was born!)
He was asleep before the second song ended.
In an effort to collect my thoughts and decide what I will and won't accomplish in the next 12 hours, I'm doing little stitching first thing in the morning, but gift things that I don't want to reveal here for a while.
4 comments:
The first pic.. he looks like a FairyTale boy.
I feel that way about pictures of Emrie. A little wild wizard.
I love the thought of the fairy tale boy meeting up with the wild wizard. Maybe. Right?
What a story that would be.
The grammas conjuring.
He would be a strong lover. She would be demanding...Go this way, she would say
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