While My Boyfriend Was Sleeping

What I write after Joe and Henry go to bed

Archives for October 2012

Boo who?

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I can’t believe how quickly this Boo thing is spreading.

Apparently random neighborhood boo’ings are all the rage. In my neighborhood we’re experiencing a Boo epidemic. Nearly every household within a five block radius has a Boo sign on its front door, including mine. I take partial credit for fanning the fire. I did my part by not breaking the chain. Last Sunday I successfully boo’ed two neighbors.

If you have no idea what I’m talking about, you’re not alone. Prior to last week, I’d never heard of this tradition trend.

It started when I came across a basket filled to the brim on my front stoop. The contents of the basket were impressive. This was no run-of-the-mill trick-or-treat loot. My secret Boo fairy had tailored the contents to my kid’s liking. Buried under tissue paper was a children’s Halloween board book, a Halloween Koosh ball, fruit snacks, a heap of Teddy Grahams (Hank’s favorite) and a healthy amount of chocolate bars (my favorite).

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Wedded bliss, old Florida style

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Been meaning to post these shots from a wedding I photographed a few months ago in San Antonio, Fla. It was a simple, beautifully understated gathering of friends and family.

(Wait. What? Where’s San Antonio, Fla.? It’s a tiny town outside of Tampa.)

Here are my three favorite things from the day:

1. I discovered an old red barn in the field behind the venue. (Score! Nothing says I love you like an old red barn.)

2. The bride was lit from within … and several months pregnant.

3. The groom was so calm, cool and collected. He radiated with a genuine unhurried joy that can’t be feigned. The bride too. They were both so at ease. It was as if they were already married.

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The middle ground

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This is Henry when he was four months old. He couldn’t crawl and he couldn’t sit. He was nursing every few hours and puking every few minutes. He was smiling. Always smiling. He did that pretty frequently pretty early on, which I took to be a good sign.

My baby will be happy, I said.

And boy was I right. When he’s happy, he’s really happy. When he’s frustrated, he’s really frustrated. He exists in a perpetual state of One Extreme or The Other.

Sometimes he’ll hang around in The Middle. When he’s in The Middle you’ll know it. He’ll bring you a book and in his most civilized babble, ask you to sit still with him and read.

He likes to flip the pages on his own. Usually he turns to a picture of a cat, or a dog, or a truck. Each time he’ll identify these creatures as “lights.” Everything is a “light,” or as he likes to say it, “ite.”

My kid loves the light. Airplanes are repeatedly identified as “ites.” Dogs are ites. Squirrels are ites. The garbage truck is an ite.

Henry aches to be in the light every second of every day.

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