The days are a patchwork of pieced together moments: bouncing times, eating times, singing times and sleeping times, not to mention bath times, reading times, and scratch-the-dog-behind-the-ear times.
I'm typing this post one-handed as the baby sleeps against my shoulder, so it's a bit of stolen time.
Odds and ends:
- the building bricks of an empire
- 'what’s old doesn’t need to be old-fashioned'
- the smell of rain
- hot honey
- learning to fly