Ok, so the boys are in bed. I can hear Louie's "Pure Relaxation", or whatever zen music a 3-year-old- with-William-Syndrome is in to, drifting from his room. He goes to bed listening to it every night. Sometimes he just lies beside his CD player, presses play and sucks on a pacifier (he doesn't use them during the day, supposedly) he had stashed for these moments. He turns it up too loud, well, too loud is an understatement. He turns it up as high as it will go and I have to rush in and say "Turn that 'Pure Relaxation' down right now! You're going to wake your brother!"
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Monday, July 14, 2008
Do you ever look up? I mean really sit down and look up at the sky? I just did that and in doing so realized I never do it and it's nice. It relaxes some muscle in your eye that never ever gets any reprieve. No rest for that bottom eye muscle. Just work, work and no play. Looking forward. Looking down. Looking in our rear view mirrors. But when is there ever a time to look up? Just to look at the sky and the tops of the trees glowing in the yellow of the setting sun? Just to look at an individual leaf? Lovely. Lovely, I say. However, my moment was not all that tranquil since the neighbor's (who appear to be having a patio built or something) workers are still there, even though it's almost 8:00 p.m., with the jigsaws, jigging or sawing or whatever.