The computer sits on top of Paul's old dining room table next to the front door. I can sit and write email while Sam watches cars and dogs and babies at the open door. It's a pretty nice arrangement. ITunes is loaded on our PC and the speakers sit right within sam's grasp. Recently all he wants to do is listen to the music. Forget the cars and the blowing leave, it's all about Modest Mouse and 'Float On' and NOTHING else will do. I've tried. Sometimes he spins around dancing, and other (sadder) times he just sits under the table leans against one of the legs listening to it over and over again. And to think I used to hate the Mouse.
I knocked out a pair of flannel pajamas this weekend. They are supposed to be a christmas present, but his little budha belly might outgrow them by then. The collar caused much cursing, but i think it came out okay. Pictures to follow.
The aprons are sitting in a pile waiting for my gocco ink to arrive. I'll feel better when it's all said and done. I'm a little nervous about the printing.