Today was a nice finish to our start -- nothing special, more of the same simple living but still good. It helps that Parker is into laundry now (and brings along his friends, too).
Two weeks at home felt right.
Now things will get interesting. No more full-time 'domestique' action. It's time again for, as Parker says, "dada make money" on top of caring for the clan.
As an aside... during our stay at Methodist two weeks ago, we were still considering a handful of names for our second son.
Perhaps this is commonplace now, but I found myself Googling (bless the hospital wi-fi) the 'short list' to see what additional associations could be made among our contenders.
One of the best discoveries was a singer/songwriter named Amos Lee. Hadn't heard of him until two weeks ago. But he's in heavy rotation around our house now.
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Yeah here comes Amos
Now Amos Moses was a Cajun
He lived by himself in the swamp
He hunted alligator for a living
He'd just knock them in the head with a stump
The Louisiana law gonna get you Amos
It ain't legal hunting alligator down in the swamp boy
Now everyone blamed his old man
For making him mean as a snake
When Amos Moses was a boy
His daddy would use him for alligator bait
Tie a rope around his neck and throw him in the swamp
Alligator man in the Louisiana bayou
About forty-five minutes south of Tippitoe Louisiana
Lived a man called Dr. Mills South and his pretty wife Hannah
They raised up a son who could eat his weight in groceries
Named him after a man of the cloth
Called him Amos Moses
Now the folks around south Louisiana
Said Amos was a hell of a man
He could trap the biggest meanest alligator
And he'd just use one hand
That's all he got left cause an alligator bit it
Left arm gone clear up to the elbow
Well the sheriff caught wind that Amos was up in the swamp
Trading alligator skins
So he snuck in the swamp gonna get the boy
But he never came out
Well I wonder where the Louisiana sheriff went to
Well you can sure get lost in the Louisiana bayou
About forty-five minutes south of Tippitoe Louisiana
Lived a cat named Dr. Mills South and his pretty wife Hannah
They raised up a son who could eat his weight in groceries
Named him after a man of the cloth
Called him Amos Moses
I know son
Make it count son
About forty-five minutes south of Tippitoe Louisiana...
An old Jerry Reed tune:)
Peace
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