Propson Palingenesis

Our Family
by Uli Propson age 4
Roll over ever so carefully, slowly - slowly!- scooting away from the sleeping toddler. Pause. Listen for the breathing. Still regular. Ok. Tuck blankets up and press them against the little one--perhaps she'll never notice you're gone....

Play this again and again and again and again:
And the one year old will respond thusly:
And this is her Dylan impression. Just needs the hat, amiright?

I no longer take pictures when the poop explodes out of the diaper and runs down the legs.
{I don't even know who I am anymore.}

I keep telling myself that my posts don't have to make sense, I just need to post something. Oh hey, here's something (imagine that):
NaNoWriMo is in full swing and I'm NOT DOING IT this year, but I do have a novel in in the works (am I allowed to share that? Maybe that stuff should be private, so that in three months no one asks my how my novel is going and then when I burst into...