hard boiled eggs in the sand

Somebody, come hold this baby of mine so I can write a blog post! He is five months old now, can you believe it? And he rolls -both directions!- over and off of his safe little quilt in the time it takes me step away for one quick chore. But mostly the floor is not good enough and he wants to be up and in my arms and walking around. He is so sweet and so interested in everything, but writing is a challenge. I have so many things to document and share; I’ll just have to chip away at them as I can.

We went to the ocean on Easter. From my house to the sea is exactly the length of They Might Be Giants album Flood, which we sang all the way. Why is the world in love again? Why are we marching hand in hand? Why are the ocean levels rising up? It’s a brand new record, for 1990. They Might Be Giants brand new album, Flood. If you know me and my little family then you know that tmbg is like our family theme music. They’ve been running in the background since before we were a family, since we were just two young kids dating in west Texas. And now it’s all these years later and there are five us us and life has changed incredibly, but the songs are steady and never old.

It was quite possibly the most beautiful day of the year, so far, clear and mild and windless. The children and the dog ran and ran, like children and dogs will do at the beach, and the baby napped in the sling and then watched, so seriously, the waves crashing. The ocean is serious. Standing at the edge of it always reminds me how big the world is, and how small I am, which can be either depressing or comforting, depending. This time it was the latter, which was wonderful, and just what I needed.