September 18, 2006 @ 6:34 pm | Filed under: Family Adventures
I took this photo last week because I surveyed the room after our usual morning learnapalooza and was heartily amused by the disaster we left in our wake. I thought I’d write a post about how learning is a messy business or something like that. I wanted to remember how the stuffed cat had to perch on the table to listen to King of Ireland’s Son, and how the colander kept Wonderboy busy for twenty minutes, and how everything on the table and sofa signified a small event in our day.
But I got busy and didn’t write the post. I came across the photo just now while uploading more baby pictures for a lonesome daddy way out west, and it hit me that that was probably the last such morning we’ll have in this house. A day or two later is when we shifted into hurry-up- and-get-ready-to-go mode.
You seldom do know that the last time is the last time when you’re living it. Later, when you realize, it smacks you in the heart.
The Season of Becky
Wednesday, I think?
Anne Shirley’s Apprentice Goes to Rocky Ridge Farm
Photos now, commentary later