dual personalities

Congratulations on making it to Thursday, our almost-Friday designated dose of darling. Katie continues to be sweeter than ever. I amuse myself by continuing to plan my wardrobe around hers:

Katie has mixed feelings about this development.

Aside from sartorial happenings, we have mostly been continuing to enjoy the fun that sitting up affords.

And, while we must bundle up to do so, going for walks.

We have also been reading lots: Where the Wild Things Are is a new (classic) favorite. A couple of times, I have read some poetry aloud to Katie, mostly because I have felt like it for myself. I pulled out Leaves of Grass this week and will give my routine reminder that Whitman will seriously cures what ails you.

What will be, will be well—for what is, is well,
To take interest is well, and not to take interest shall be well.

The sky continues beautiful,
The pleasure of men with women shall never be sated, nor the pleasure of
women with men, nor the pleasure from poems,
The domestic joys, the daily housework or business, the building of    
houses—these are not phantasms—they have weight, form,
location;
Farms, profits, crops, markets, wages, government, are none of them
phantasms,
The difference between sin and goodness is no delusion,
The earth is not an echo—man and his life, and all the things of    
his life, are well-consider’d.

You are not thrown to the winds—you gather certainly and safely    
around yourself;
Yourself! Yourself! Yourself, forever and ever!

Walt Whitman, “To Think of Time”