Oliver crying in his bed, resisting sleep or just wanting attention.
Giggling from Madeline as she watches Bolt on my bed.
The washing machine finishing up.
A dog barking outside.
Sam pulling out of the driveway to go play poker.
The gentle hum of the refrigerator.
More crying from upstairs.

At which point I would love to sing softly to you, "Hush little baby, don't you cry."
Posted by: Merry | April 28, 2009 at 07:14 PM
Actually, it sounds like a good life. Well, the crying...not so much!
Posted by: tina | April 28, 2009 at 07:46 PM