Excuse the long absence. Bored boys on summer break + extra time I let them use my laptop + their aha moment that all the World Cup matches are on You Tube + the discovery that you can replay every single goal equals a busted computer trackpad and a three-week stay at the shop for some serious repair. These boys are the opposite of Midas. Everything they touch just turns... OLD.
Guess who the boys and I unexpectedly bumped into yesterday when we took a side trip to the bookstore?
I know his music brings back many and all kinds of memories for most of us but for me I got serious flashbacks about brand-new-mommy-sleepless nights, the 1 and 2 and 3am feedings and the constant cradling of that colicky infant that would only sleep in my arms or all swaddled in a bouncing chair. Imagine his face if I walked up to him and told him he reminded me of diapers, and bottles and breast pumps! Priceless. Five and something years ago, when night was as busy as day around here, he was that soothing voice on our CD player with his equally heartwarming lullaby. I sang this song many times to the boys many nights, many years ago. It always seemed like the perfect cure for the crying and the colic.
Here he is. Many, many years ago.