tristan and i spent many peaceful moments on this porch swing in his first months. the combination of fresh air and motion always seemed to calm him. for me it was an opportunity to breath in the aromas of spring, mingled with baby scent. what could be better?
now my baby boy is * one * year old. he seems to have a new word or sound or name each day: hot. duck. water. luna. raaaar. he is crawling on all fours into each of the four directions seeking his bliss. we follow him, we follow his sister, and every day find ours.
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