Parenting and purling: quick notes on slow progress.
Sunday, April 27, 2014
The last few days have looked a lot like this. Samuel hauls himself onto the footstool, stands up, and is then so delighted to have reached the summit of Mount Natuzzi that he does a jumpy, shrieky victory dance. I hover below with the concentrated frown of a firefighter ready to catch someone leaping from the window ledge of a burning building.