over breakfast, i told him he was a funny baby.
i not a baby anymore, mama.
putting my fork down, i asked him to tell me what he was, if not my baby.
i a little boy.
he shoveled some eggs into his mouth
as my heart broke.
babychop and papa begin to dig.
we've been hunkering down here in charm city
after two big blizzards and dig-outs.
almost two weeks since the first flake fell
and our city is slowly coming to.
sleepy in pace,
we're trying to shake off the cold
and imagine the warm days ahead.
catching up on photos and correspondence.
lazy afternoons with babychop.
soaking it all in. being still.
it took 45 minutes to go around this block to my house.
note the two way street with one lane plowed.
