Our first night home from the hospital I was brushing my teeth when the phone rang. Little Mr. answered the phone and began chatting -- it was my mother on the other end of the line. Because I was busy brushing, I missed the conversation which my mother related to me a few days ago...
Little Mr. asked my mother, "Would you like to hear my baby cry?" And before my mother could say, "No," Little Mr. reached over and plucked the pacifier from the baby's mouth. He put the phone up to the baby so my mother could hear him cry and then quickly popped the pacifier back in.
Little Mr. has been gentle with the baby, but there is a level of curiosity and amusement. Clearly, pulling the pacifier out of the baby's mouth and then popping it back in to stop the crying is amusing. I was slightly mortified by the actions of my son, but I have to say, I nearly fell down on the floor laughing when my mother related this phone conversation to me.
Meanwhile, I'm planning to get Baby B. a t-shirt which says, "DON'T TOUCH MY BINKY!"
Here I stand in the garden, my tender sprout and I. We say "hello" to the pretty penstemon flowers. We sniff bits of thyme & rosemary (destined for the soup pot tonight...)
I show him the tomato plants, the zucchini, the pumpkins and cucumbers. I point out the strawberries, the sprouting nasturtiums, the climbing bean vines and twining morning glory.
This summer he is in my arms. Next summer he will be taking his first steps on his own two feet. This summer, he is the newest sprout in the garden, newer than the sprouts of sweet basil and lemon balm. Next summer he will share of the fruit of this garden. He will share the first strawberries with his brother, taste his first green cucumber, his first ripe tomato...
Note: This Wandering Wednesday post is part of a weekly photo challenge put forth by Gardenmama. For more Wandering Wednesday posts you can visit Gardenmama here...
