It’s nearing the witching hour in Chestertown, and here’s what’s happening on the home front.
We’ll be joining him soon, but for now, I’m content to watch. How can a thing so small and still hold my attention for so long? I’m defined by impatience. Without even trying (and even in their sleep), my kids are teaching this old dog new tricks.
Love the creases between hand and arm. Round, chubby, and dear. And this photo illustrates what my mom calls “hand dimples”. She says she always lamented the point when those little dimples morph into knuckles. No longer a baby then.