Saturday, December 11, 2004


I used to ease out of sleep when Ulysses needed to nurse at night when I felt him wiggling next to me. As he got a little bigger and learned to roll, he began to thrash from side to side, looking for the tipple in his half sleep. Now, he climbs on top of me and starts thumping.

Last night, I dreamed I was wrestling ferrets.

Monday, November 29, 2004


I came home from work a little after noon. Don said, "Guess who's crawling now?"

After a few weeks of stretching out his hands and arms to try to pull himself to where he wanted to go, Ulysses got the idea that he has to push with his knees. He invented it.