Red Mosquito

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

tragabigzanda wrote:Return to preschool can’t come fast enough.

Mickey wrote:What age did y'all start daycare?

tree_ wrote:my mom has been our kids' baby sitter since they were croutons... she's retired and loves spending so much time with them... i can't imagine dropping them off with some stranger at such a young age to mingle with everything else that goes into a salad

Chris_H_2 wrote:

tree_ wrote:my mom has been our kids' baby sitter since they were croutons... she's retired and loves spending so much time with them... i can't imagine dropping them off with some stranger at such a young age to mingle with everything else that goes into a salad

yeah, who needs social development, amirite?

wease wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

tree_ wrote:my mom has been our kids' baby sitter since they were croutons... she's retired and loves spending so much time with them... i can't imagine dropping them off with some stranger at such a young age to mingle with everything else that goes into a salad

yeah, who needs social development, amirite?

Explains quite a bit, doesn’t it?

spike wrote:This extreme cold is a new level of suck with a preschooler. You don’t really want to expose them to it, so you hunker down but then they get cabin fever and cranky and the stuff they normally like doing just doesn’t cut it apparently. This week can’t be over soon enough!

Monkey_Driven wrote:

spike wrote:This extreme cold is a new level of suck with a preschooler. You don’t really want to expose them to it, so you hunker down but then they get cabin fever and cranky and the stuff they normally like doing just doesn’t cut it apparently. This week can’t be over soon enough!

Sometimes it's just about survival. Yesterday, I challenged my 1st grader to an up-downs/jumping jacks competition. It was his 5th day off from school in a row due to the winter weather/weekend/MLK day. Have to get creative to survive.