I took a big chunk out of Nick's pinky tonight while attempting to clip his nails. I was mortified. :( :( :( It bled a lot, and it looks like a big ouchie on such a tiny finger, but he was smiling and telling his brother and sister all about it before he went to bed, so he's okay
(
Read more... )
Comments 6
Reply
Reply
By Kevin Klein
I reach into the crib on tiptoe, holding
my breath from the railing in my ribs, angling
the headlamp beam away from her face
so the light doesn't make her look
impersonally angelic. She is the messenger
of herself, has come to say
she will not keep her hands still when awake.
There is the tick of the wall clock,
her little breathing, and the click
of my clippers. She has come to make mystical
and fulfilling as religion even these tasks
of human housekeeping. In the halo's yellow edge
a frown puckers her face. She stretches, farts,
and turns to let me reach her other hand.
Reply
Reply
Reply
We were at the park from 11:30 to 1:00.
Reply
Leave a comment