He just fell asleep. It's 8:30, and this is about two hours past his normal bed time. As Colonel Kurtz said: the horror.
We took a nice long walk tonight, which Samson is usually up for. It was so nice to be outside in the cool glow of a late summer day, enjoying the long shadows and cricket songs.
But then we got home, and what followed was sort of like that scene near the end of Apocalypse Now. You know, the one with the villagers and the ox.
Sam was the villagers and I was definitely the ox. I should have switched out his lullaby cd for "The End" by the Doors to complete the scene.
In any event, he finally tuckered himself out and is now sleeping soundly. Poor little guy.
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- dada
- Call me dada. This has, in the few months since my son started "talking," become my name. I'm sure (at least I hope) it will eventually morph into something less early 20th century art movementy --- but I am marked forever as dada. And this is a good thing. I have no real advice to offer, other than always carry Cheerios and extra onesies, and I don't really have a lot of 'wacky' adventures to regale you with. Truth be told, this is as much for me as it is for you. So, uh, thanks for stopping by. I hope it's at least an interesting time-killer. And if not, consider this an ironic exercise in skewering the bourgeouis notions of 21st century American parenthood by deconstructing the materialist ethos that has turned childhood into a demographic and rendered adults simultaneous enablers and slaves. Or something.
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- Breakfast at the Mars Hotel
- Top 5 contest
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- Sam's first word?
- Because it is there
- Come and knock on our door...
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2 comments:
I did reference that during one of those midnight of the soul moments early in Sam's young life --- when everybody was up and almost everybody was crying.
It didn't go over well. A chung chung moment if ever there was one.
What Dada didn't mention in his post was that last night was the first night that he put Sam to bed by himself because Mama was out on the town. Not so bad, considering.
no. 1 samson fan: I'll have you know that I am a very good sleeper now-- thanks to my early training. (But I sure do miss being carried around on someone's hip)
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