oh, my dolly, for you are 2

i have tears welling now as i sit to write to you, baby doll.

i have few words.

it seems that the wee baby has grown up so fast and i fear i can’t call you my baby anymore.

you, simply, make our world go ’round and ’round.

and topsy turvy

you ‘glow up’* our lives

you’re a silly goose

and such a tease

you’d fly away with your dreams, if we let you

but you always come back down to us

here’s to you, as you age again, before my eyes

oh, sweet james, you’ll always be my baby.

*family term for let the light shine on it

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new music monday xvi

in which i speak baby talk to my lass and murder the accompaniment to “somebody” by depeche mode. it’s one of my favorite songs, and i wanted to do it. so there.

the front door is in the background and you can see my diaper bag, gym bag, car seat, blankets, toys, and bench-full of undelivered girl scout cookies. nice.

no new music

miss james has an ear infection and is in PAIN.

she’s also lost a pound since january, so i’m freakin’ out a little over here.

be back tomorrow.

sometimes

i can hardly believe she’s mine

tardy tunes tuesday

i wrote the first line after listening to the concrete blond version of dylan’s “simple twist of fate.” i misheard a line as “he woke up in a womanless bed” and went from there.

this is only the beginning and i just did it today.