"In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold"

—Tennyson

Friday, March 4, 2011

Charlotte hates it if I close my eyes and try to rest during the day. She'll be playing happily on the floor, but as soon as I lay down and close my eyes, she calls out, "Mama! Mama! Mama!" Until I look. Then I agree that yes she has a cute kitty and yes there is a baby doll there and yes there is her lovey. Then I close my eyes. And she comes over and grabs my chin, turning my face to hers and says, "Mama!"

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