Wondering about You and Warren

I sometimes wonder if your souls hadn't met in passing. His as he was growing and entering into this earthly life, and yours going the opposite way on the same road.

We didn't know -- at least I didn't; you may have suspected -- that you were traveling that road back last winter, last spring, last summer. We knew you were on the road, that you would too soon be traveling on it, but that you had actually started on your final journey, we had no thought of.

We did know Warren was coming, although we knew no name, no details, just that HE would BE.

It takes a while to grow a child. Perhaps it takes a while for the soul to fully engage with the body.
(Perhaps sometimes it never does, but that's a thought for another day and another blog.)

It was a while before Warren came to stay with us -- it was Father's Day, June 16. Tam put the boy in your arms and left him there.

And his face lit up with your first words, and he laughed.
And you lit up looking into his face.
With recognition, soul to soul, I wonder now.

And you could never remember his name, which makes me wonder, now, if you *knew* him by another name, or not-at-all by name.Just soul to soul.

Maybe there are rest stops on that two-way road. Maybe you and he both stopped at a roadside park and played in the grass. Maybe you even went fishing together, knowing you'd not have the chance here, since you were two souls going two directions.

I hope you did.

I will probably never know, but I wonder.

He seemed to know you, so well and so early.
You took such joy in him. (Even if you couldn't remember that name!)

I'll never know, but
I'll always wonder.

Warren is Explorin'

He's walking! He has been for a while, but he's beginning to get into it. His latest thing here is to step in and out of the kitchen-to-living-room doorway. There are the two curtains for one thing, and also a light/dark factor, since I keep the kitchen light out when he's here,  but most importantly, there's a step.

At first, every time he crossed, he had to get down on hands and knees. Then, he figured out he could hold onto the doorframe and step up, with one foot.
Then with two feet.
Then he didn't have to hold on any more.

This weekend he discovered he can step down, too!
After that, as you can guess, there was no holding him back. He crossed the kitchen to discover the bathroom.
In the bathroom, that's where we keep the wonderful magical bathtub!

The funniest thing is that if I pick him up and stand him on the scale, he will stand there and cry instead of stepping or even crawling off!
Silly boy!.

He's exploring with sounds, too.
Most of it is baby babbling, but Mom-mom-mom sometimes means Mom and Dadadadada often means Dad.
But Diddy is Sissy.
Mam sometimes means Mam (me)
Hay --ee is Hailey or Tracy.
I asked him if he was ready to eat, two different days, and he replied with "Num-num." That's outside his usual range of baby babbling, and was response to a question.
And he's got the four front teeth so he's biting and eating.

He's growing well, that boy is, but he's going to be a little one. Like his mommy was; like you were.
And he has your eyes. A different color, but the shape and clarity is uncanny.

And it makes me smile to see you again.

Snowed In

Been a horrible couple of weeks. Snow and ice and trees falling on the house. Big ol' chunk of tree fell on house and into yard, and Tracy thought I fell. I don't know who should be more insulted, me or the tree.

Keep hearing you say "Have you had enough snow yet?"
The answer is "YES!" Now, please stop asking. It isn't funny anymore. And I hear you cackling, too, don't think I don't.

Been glad, again, that you aren't here to endure this crazy winter. Even your closed off front room hasn't been able to stay warm.

Been waking up at night thinking I hear your nebulizer. Must be ice in the chimney or something; does seem to be related to the furnace. The furnace which sings opera. My ears are really making me crazy.

No great news, no horrid news. More people dying every day. Might be getting crowded where you are. You had more friends than you knew, diodn't you? At least the take-a-minute-to-visit kind.