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.

Mickey wrote:Twenty week scan was all good news. Halloween baby is on track

Leatherhead wrote:My oldest turns 10 in a couple months. Hoping to do something kinda big because we haven't been able to do much for the last two birthdays.

Mickey wrote:Twenty week scan was all good news. Halloween baby is on track

Simple Torture wrote:

Mickey wrote:Twenty week scan was all good news. Halloween baby is on track

My sons were born on November 1, which is a very weird day for celebrating a birthday, because they've all got a sugar hangover and you feel like death after running around chasing them the night before.

tragabigzanda wrote:Happy for you mick. But also you suck.

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.

Leatherhead wrote:My oldest turns 10 in a couple months. Hoping to do something kinda big because we haven't been able to do much for the last two birthdays.

Simple Torture wrote:

Simple Torture wrote:

Mickey wrote:Twenty week scan was all good news. Halloween baby is on track

My sons were born on November 1, which is a very weird day for celebrating a birthday, because they've all got a sugar hangover and you feel like death after running around chasing them the night before.

Also, having a kid while working on your dissertation is not in any way difficult and having three kids while working on mine was in now way responsible for why it took me so long to finish it.

LetMeSleep wrote:

Leatherhead wrote:My oldest turns 10 in a couple months. Hoping to do something kinda big because we haven't been able to do much for the last two birthdays.

My boy had his 10th at an indoor sports centre playing soccer, dodgeball and basketball. Then had ice cream cake etc. He loved it. Also, 10 is almost the last time that girls and boys do parties together for a few years.

Mickey wrote:

Simple Torture wrote:

Simple Torture wrote:

Mickey wrote:Twenty week scan was all good news. Halloween baby is on track

My sons were born on November 1, which is a very weird day for celebrating a birthday, because they've all got a sugar hangover and you feel like death after running around chasing them the night before.

Also, having a kid while working on your dissertation is not in any way difficult and having three kids while working on mine was in now way responsible for why it took me so long to finish it.

I'm going on the market this fall anyway, just to spice things up a bit. Grateful we're expecting a singleton.