A great many Wednesdays around here have gone by wordlessly of late, so the post title is a bit misleading. Slowly (slowly! I am a 21st c. resident, on a 20th c. timeclock!) I am finding my way back here. I feel a post comin’ on soon (ok, I see a chunk of time on a plane tomorrow, some of which time I may wrestle to polish off a long half-baked explanatory note). On the other side of this upcoming weekend is a wee clear patch in the ongoing (thrill a minute!) steeplechase that is my new job. I have pencilled in “catch breath.” Hope also to ink in “write more.”
Meanwhile, me boy. Â Yes, that’s a haircut up under the cap there. He wanted it. Sigh. He can come back again to the Roger Daltry/ Robert Plant look again in his teens, I s’pose. Grandma’s looking adoringly on in the blurry left foreground. And me, behind the camera lens, catching another glimpse of him as a young man (as I try to catch my breath).
My heartstrings just twanged. He’s beautiful, all layers of baby and boy rolled together in such a sweet smile…
I’m a-twangin’ with ya, Reverend. He smiles with his whole mouth open plenty often, but when he does this kind I just get slayed. (His special uncle smiles this way, too.)
I went back and hunted up a post from early on in his Baba-slaying (four years back). Little dickens.
Okay, now you’re just *trying* to make me cry!
And no, you’re so right, genetics really doesn’t make the difference. If it did, there wouldn’t be all those heartbreaking stories of parents hurting their children. I would do anything at all to keep my little boy safe, physically and mentally – my heart aches at the very thought of the pain that he will inevitably feel as a human.
Fortunately, to keep me from dwelling too much, there are moments like morning snuggles in bed, where he kisses us each in turn (he’s learned to kiss!) and says, “Niiiiiiice.” Mummy-slaying indeed.
Beautiful…and he’s looking so old.
Wow. That’s one heap of cute! We’re raising some handsome young men, we are. (And smart, too, I reckon.)
Looking forward to more posts. I agree there is something in a haircut showing glimpses of the future. And that when it does its breathtaking. What a wonderful thing to share.
Two of our three shaggy boys have had buzz cuts at their request in the last week. One seems to have grown a foot as a result; both commandingly beautiful.
I might add, “sublime eyelashes” subcategory.
Great photo. Love the hat to pieces!
That boy is stunning. I’m honored to watch him and big sister grow!