I'm going to apologize right now if every post for the next long while has something to do with Sam. But he happens to be what is going on right now, so I'm gonna write about him, dammit. At least you won't have to hear any more about what's going on with the house.
I played him his first piece of recorded music today:
He was fussy, then when the music started he started smiling and paying attention. He really seemed to enjoy it.
Also, a few minutes ago we were sitting on the couch together (OK, he was sleeping), and The Verve's 'On Your Own' came on, which is a great fucking song, and I love it. And I've always loved the whole idea of the song, 'you come in on your own and you leave on your own...etc.' But as I listened this time I realized that it's kind of flawed. You really don't come in on your own. Or at least you might not. You might come in with a whole team of people waiting for you and shouting for you and pushing you and welcoming you and trying to make sure that you come in as easily and pleasantly as possible.
So maybe you don't have to leave on your own, either.
I have to say, this whole experience has totally messed up my emotions. Blaaagh.
I'm going to go into work tomorrow for a few hours in the morning. We'll see how that goes.
Right now Jeannie is making a cardboard mustache to put on Sam. No lie.
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