As my poor sweet baby cries away in his crib because he is so tired and can't continue sleeping without his mama by his side, I am grateful for this video I took just yesterday of him playing so peacefully. He is engaged, interested, and curious. He is human and healthy! So grateful. So not grateful for the sleep-deprived state we are both in at the moment.
Never saw CSN in concert.
Always wanted to.
That video is from the famous Woodstock concert you might have heard about. It's the one my parents couldn't make due to my mother being pregnant with my brother. At least that's the joke we always say. No way my dad would have hung out with all those hippies. My mom was busy singing along with Peter, Paul, and Mary and my guess is that if she was hanging out with other people at the time, she might have gone. Reba's mother-in-law went. So, that counts, right? She still carries her ticket around in her wallet!
You know what they say, Man plans, Gd laughs. The irony the irony. They say things skip a generation?
Which reminds me there is a fun-sounding family and kids gathering this Sunday in Philly called Kidstock at Liberty Lands. Just in case you had any pre-conceived notions that I might be a (cough, cough) hippy, no real earth mama would let her baby cry this long during the day to get down for a nap.