Thursday, July 20, 2006

Two adoring siblings.

Katie, Andrew and Kenton

The entrance of Kenton

the little man himself

The entrance of Kenton

Another entry in my Auntie Book:

Kenton Douglas Miller
July 14, 2006
9 pounds
20 1/2 inches

Anxiety excitement, longing. The feeling of doom or expectation--like the stale quiet before a storm. A fateful Rook game that never was. A fateful mixed drink the existence of which unfortunately could not be doubted or denied. Torn between duty and an unnamed desire to know, to see, to feel. A long, hot day. The sun bearing down on a playground that served as the necessary distraction. The sun was to serve as a metaphor of a woman bearing down determinedly--giving a child safe passage--birth.

Two children: One wants a pink baby, the other no doubt would have chosen a blue one if he had been asked. They both were granted their wish. Kenton was blue, then he was pink. His mother objects to "Kenny." So do I. I shall call him Mr. Kenton for now. The baby sceams--no, he screaches. But he looks so sweet when he is sleeping. Long fingers, deep nail beds--manifestations of our Kenton. He is long all over.

Saturday, July 08, 2006

Saturday, July 01, 2006

The sage speaks

Yet another Joelism:

"Do you mind?" I asked audaciously, and giggled as I wiped my hands gleefully on Joel's shirt-sleeve. My hands were quite wet and grimy after my run-in with the depths of Davy Jones Locker you see.

"I don't mind," said the incorrigable fiend, and went on to explain, "ask my wife--she'll tell you that I never mind." His eyes twinkled in such a manner that I could not help but laugh.

Some days later this same gentleman informed me that he minds none but his mother.

Hmph. I don't believe a syllable of it, and neither should you.

Swing on--

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The backyard swing at the Robbins house in Penryn, CA.