Asher’s Music Lesson
Asher wakes up and will not let up until you play the Bam Bam video. “BAM BAM!” He doesn’t let up. “BAB BAM!” I think he confuses us for the Flintstones.
Asher wakes up and will not let up until you play the Bam Bam video. “BAM BAM!” He doesn’t let up. “BAB BAM!” I think he confuses us for the Flintstones.
Forget about thinking. These are periphery pictures. Taking on the run. A blink. A turn. My hands are so full, the moments gone so fast. Until I look in the little change pocket of my jeans when I get home. The pocket is stuffed with little treasures, cold sand and prize tickets from the arcade.
Jackson picked me up at the train yesterday. He suggested, “Maybe we should not race the train out of the station today.” It had been raining, and he said, “I don’t think my shoes have the traction I need.”
It has been a crazy spring. Summer promises alot of mud and shedding the training wheels. We will pick up the traction. Might shed the shoes, too.
I have not been very good this spring about posting here. I will skip the prose and just post some images from the last weeks. Asher is into imitating dog barks, sucking on vacuum cleaner hoses (we are really discouraging that), and eating bacon off of Jackson’s plate. He has mastered raising holy hell at 1AM only to fall silent when he finds his bed of choice…ours.