Enough bah-humbugging. Back to this weekend... Chris, Noah, Grits, and I took advantage, bundled up minimally, and took a stroll around camp, a couple of different times. Noah loves to be outside and has since his first time outside at two days old. I think it's the shape of the branches and the colors of the pines and the sky. I wish I could see it from his little eyes sometimes. He just rides along, taking it all in. And all the world is right and good.
I made this hat for him. No pattern, just made it up as I went.
He looks a bit like an acorn or Hershey kiss.
He likes his pops. A little.
Okay, maybe a lot.
How you get up there? (In an African jungle accent.)
We like you a lot.
We may even love you.
You've been gone far too long.
Chris longs to adventure with you.
I love to read books, frolic, and grow with you.
Noah enjoys to slobber on and put you in his mouth.
Grits wants to swim with you.
If you come back I'll sing you a song.
Beth, Chris, Noah & Grits.