Monday, August 23, 2010

Walking in Savannah

Dear Little One:
You fix on the tree tops and  sky with your far-off gaze, you're  swaddled close and tight: hot bodies walk under dark green leaves. You smash your nose against me.

My legs are getting stronger from all this walking. We circle blocks and allys. I flex my back muscles too as I hold the weight of you in swathes of stretchy pink jersey.


I wear athletic shoes, and while you napped I squatted a few times to stretch. Plump children need a strong mother.  


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I've never worn the shoes that are supposed to recreate the muscle action of walking on sand. I'd like to find them cheaper than a cnote though. Or relocate to sand.


This is baby carrier/sling I use. Mostly in the "kangeroo" hold. It's a dreamy spot for a newborn.



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