Lake and I drove out Saturday morning while it was quite wet.
To Harborview, to work, where Clarence was met.
We got off to a really good start,
With coffee and admirers, before we did part.

Then Lake got to spend the whole day with Clarence,
A great day of fun away from his parents.
Well, sometimes while Mummy was working
To everyone’s delight Clarence was lurking.

In spite of the torrential rain, outside they went
walking to Starbucks Brewery just as he’d originally meant.

There Lake dug it, as it was lively and loud and terrifically boisterous!
The coffee, thought Clarence, was dreamy and creamy, and absolutely lustrous!
And then to the Frye to contemplate the art
They had a great day!
But indeed, what’s more,
In conclusion, to Starbucks in the Columbia Tower, on the 73rd floor !



















I look at pictures of my happy little man from earlier today and gaze at them trying to block out the cries from Lake in the bedroom next door as we let him put himself to sleep. He’s not having it. It’s 11pm, you’d think he’d be happy to sleep. I would. But it’s just not the case. After a ten minute eternity I go to check on him. He’s upside down and backwards in his bed, wide awake in the worst kind of way. I rescue him to my breast and he drinks my milk in the big bed until almost midnight. Thank goodness for breastfeeding. And for breaking the rules. It’s so hard to know when to let him self soothe and when to respond. Well actually it’s only difficult in the moment. In retrospect it’s always clear that if he cries for more than a few moments he’s just not ready for sleeping. So he had a nightcap and then slept straight through with the rest of the household until 10am. Sweet reward. 




















