So much to say, probably not here
I have so much to say about Bruno.

About his little things, his huge milestones, the way he is clumsily and proudly taking his first steps. The five days of high temperature where we visited the doctor three times. His teeth shining over the afternoon sun. The sockets in my eyes, trying hard to retain the tear pushing out while i write the last note on his preschool book. I thank Ana, his teacher, for helping him grow strong and healthy and happy and independent.

So much to say about Bruno. How i worry. How i grow more confident as days go by. How much he sweats, in car seats and as he falls asleep in his cot. How he pretends to talk. How he asks for water, and a ball. He masters the weeping and whining technique, softly saying ma-ma ma-ma ma-ma and lifting his arms up.

I have a lot to say but i don't think i'll be saying it here. I'm considering moving back into ambivalence, i no longer believe in segregating the information. Thoughts?

Waterbabs
Bruno has discovered the big swimming pool. And he can't get enough of it. As i slowly walk down the three steps into the water, my legs send me shivering messages and i instantly look at Bruno. He's smiling while i hold him, his body already in parallel with the pool, eager to get in.

He moves his hands gesturing for the pool to come closer to him and i giggle. He laughs with me, pretends to bite my right shoulder. I fix his red sun hat and he lets me do it patiently, as if he knew his reward is about to come. He plunges in and i manage to stop his face from diving in the water by inches. The second time i'm not so lucky, but he noisily blows his lips and nose, smiles again, sings. My own little waterboy.

The Waterboys Lullaby
I can't sing for the life of me. I sound like a kitten in the middle of the night. Wouldn't recognize a note if you shoved it at my face and announced it. Still, i sing to my baby, as privately as i can.

I've been doing it since i was pregnant, and i was convinced one of the songs i chose at that time would be 'our song'. I did my own covers of 'Pony Boy', by Springsteen, or Kevin Johansen's repertoire. I'm pretty sure i've mentioned this before. Alas, those tunes never stuck, to me or Bruno. It is something else that does the trick.

It's a small soft song called 'In search of the rose', by Irish band The Waterboys. I've known it ever since their 'Room to roam' record came out, and i'm talking vynil, some 16 years ago. It's beautiful and traditional. And the best part is that Bruno closes his eyes and is instantly soothed by the first of the verses, even if it's a cat like me who sings it.

Where will I wander and wonder
Nobody knows
But wherever I’m a-going I’ll go
In search of a rose

Whatever the will of the weather
And whether it shines or snows
Wherever I’m a-going I’ll go
In search of a rose

I don’t know where it’s found
I don’t mind
As long as the world spins around
I’ll take my time

I’ll savour the softness of summer
I’ll wrap up when winter blows
And wherever I’m going I’ll go
In search of a rose

Easy topic
I'm grateful to say that this week's challenge for Photo Friday was really easy. The theme was 'Happiness is'.



That's what it is. At least at home.

Eye candy
I was considering getting Muffin a pair of shades this summer, since he seems to loathe the sun in his eyes (which are quite sensitive, mefinds). Now, aren't these Frubi shades really cool? I think Bruno would bare to keep those on, since they seem soft enough, and safe. Hmmm.