Big news at our house: Sal is into books now! He loves to sit in my lap and listen to words, touch the feely parts of books, and turn the pages. He has made a quantum leap from just eating the pages to listening, mimicking sounds I make, asking questions, and turning the pages himself. There has also been a corresponding shift in our interactions at the table. Meal time is really fun now with lots of smiling and communicating. I'm not sure what we're talking about, but I'm sure we're talking. The table is also where we work on our baby sign-language. I'll snap a picture once he starts actually doing signs himself. So far it's just me signing. "Do you want MORE, MORE?"
Sam has been gone for about 2 weeks now and he is sorely missed, most acutely when Sal is screeching in his room while standing up in his crib. I also miss Sam's singing, good nature, and hugs. This time apart has given me a lot of time to think about and notice things around me. Mostly I have noticed the bugs in the house. We live in an old house, and it is busy with life. Sometimes the bugs drive me crazy. Those of you who have known me since childhood know that I'm not a bug killer. I'm a bug bouncer. This house though is a house from which bugs refused to be bounced. In the presence of so many bugs I have a new awareness of the impermanence of life. Gigantic grasshopper is alive today. Gigantic grasshopper is dead on his back tomorrow. Reality is a kaleidoscope and we are backlit until the dial spins and there is a new scene. The bugs are teaching me that death is normal. There is death here but no tragedy. Except in the fridge, where the cranberry concentrate leaked out over the last few days. In the fridge there is tragedy.