Saturday, August 25, 2012

Laugh, smile and dry jeans.

1. When Nick comes down into our bed, Alec laughs in his sleep -- and such a sweet, gentle laugh, as if he has been moved by something as lightweight and transient as a soap bubble.

2. The twins are nine weeks old now, and if you watch their faces carefully, you might get a smile. Daisy's is so broad that it moves her ears.

3. To peel off a pair of rain-soaked jeans and put on dry ones.

Going away, sweet peas and calls.

1. Waving off the last of our sleepover guests. Now we are free to be tired and grumpy. 2. A bunch of sweet peas -- bright stained glass col...