Monday, June 04, 2007

That is love

Tonight, Maddox fell off the bed and hit his head. He cried so hard that it became clear that he was going to barf. Al was holding out his hands to catch the vomit while I was holding Maddox, so I barked at Al to go find something for M to chuck in to. Al offered up our wicker waste basket (?!?!) which I shoved away, instead holding out the sweatshirt I was wearing in front of me to make a convenient bowl to receive my son's regurgitated dinner.

1 comment:

the granster said...

that is love, indeed. ah, for those lovely moment of early parenthood. Is the boy o.k.?