Saturday, March 24, 2007


.. say anything..." I say to myself.

I don't listen to my internal voice. I listen to my little boy who says: you don't have to talk if you don't want to..."

TO which DD says:

Seminal... this is the part where you get angry with me for calling you on your shit!" I say nothing.
I stare at DD and say nothing.

What brought on all of this? Well, this time it was the sound of Shamolian (our 9 month old baby). I had left him to crawl all over the futon (or roll rather) while I flicked the television. I was on the futon to. I'd turn him every few seconds, but mostly he didn't like it. He made struggling sounds, sounds of fatigue and sounds that seemed to say: pick me up... pick me up...". So I turned off the television, got flat on my back (on the futon), and tired to put him on my stomach to sleep - he often likes this.

He didn't .. and at this point, I can understand why.

So, I'll put him at my side.

DD came into the room seconds later. She asked me if I had been sleeping. "No, I hadn't been sleeping I said." "I heard Shom in distress"

To be continued. More to be added.

1 comment:

Asha X said...

Hi, my name is Angel. I'm an eco-feminist environmental social worke/poet from Nova Scotia. I'm currently living in Honduras doing volunteer work. I cam across your blog and One Tenacious Baby Mama's blog by linking from my best friend, Thinking Girl's, blog. Just a note to let you know I love both your blogs. I admire your openess as you share your experiences of real manhood.
Best wishes.