Friday, June 13, 2008
Six weeks after being re-united with my son Tonic, things have gotten into a smooth rhythm. He pushes me out the way when he's passing by, but when I open my mouth he knows his place. He's got some panic issues he's working through - evidenced by the tee-tee he leaves when our dads leave the apartment - but he'll get past that.
Tonic has taken to the barn too. He's really likes Ethan, the German Shepard, more than the other Jacks at the barn. But he really likes his fresh air, as do I.
We're spend a good bit of the day curled up sleeping. Tonic likes goose down duvets as much as I do. Like Mother, like Son.