I love to watch my son crawl. I suppose it's pretty much the biggest thing he's learned so far. Like getting a driver's license.

It's strange how being a father makes you engage in time a different way. He's only eight months old, but already there are times when I feel left out of his life, like he's growing so fast while I'm still playing bo-peep. I rest so much on the strength of what once made him laugh and now brings a smile and soon will be forgotten. Once you have found something to make a baby happy, it's hard to give it up and try to move on when they are past that stage of development. I guess it's just that making my son laugh tops pretty much anything else I've ever done.

It's hard to understand how a baby can even understand how to laugh. Humor seems to be a difficult thing to grasp. On the other hand, a baby pretty much has two moods: sad and happy.

don't bother
sending the sonogram up
it'll be guesswork

basement womb

what's
creaking up there?

cut it out

I'm sleeping
underground
for pity's sake

my anime girl
you've got hair like a junk
the size of your eyes
the sweetness of your spunk

make me wish I were an anime samurai
with unique fighting style
and special attacks
I would awe you

while your angular face
works its magic
even on a tough guy like me
I too have a sensitive side

that's what draws you to me
even though you won't admit it
you'll come looking for me
when I've met my match
bleeding from deep wounds
and you will look at me wetly
with your anime eyes