Butter Boy

Miles has proven to love almond butter, and the celery stick is perfect for his tender molars. He teaches me so much about pure joy each day. Yesterday was a bit traumatic for us-more for me. On my way to leave Miles with his beloved Gangie at the baby superstore, he cried and cried until he was snuffle-snorting sadly. Sometimes he just doesn't like being in the car for long periods. Then as I was snapping him into his shopping cart cushiony thingy, I caught a bit of his tender underarm flesh in it, pinching him. More crying, poor thing. At that point, I cancelled my doctor's appointment-I've waited three and a half years to have my sprained ankle x-rayed, it can wait another week... A new toy, a scrumptious tortellini lunch with loved ones, and a 3D ultrasound moving picture show of Miles new cousin (who is due on Halloween) rounded out the afternoon, taking the edge off of the unforgiving beginning. Colorful plastic, four kinds of cheese and new life have a way of making everything seem okay. I woke up with a horrible headache this morning. I'm certain it is born of thinking too much. Today I want to slow that down. The season is changing here, the August light shifting and becoming softer-my favorite time of year-my New Year. Sending warm hugs to D who is sad today and C who will be so happy tomorrow.