A minute more of pushing and all the air is suddenly sucked out of the room. All sound, too, except for this one sound that I can't quite put my finger on. I picture Hollywood sound effects artists trying to replicate it: a water balloon pressed into a bed of nails; half-set jello thrown against a wall; a jellyfish dropped from a ten-foot ladder. Squerlch. Thud. My son, slipping between the hands that were there to catch him, lands with a liquid parachute on the bed, gray as a submarine. (read more)
Jim/Dutch, one of my favorite bloggers and the dad from "Sweet Juniper", describing the recent birth of their second baby, Gram. His posts and pictures have the tendency to make my heart grow a few sizes bigger.
