Two weeks with Aunty Alissa was the best. She and Jonah get on like a house on fire, even if his name for her is a monkey sound. They were inseparable - some of their fun included but is not limited to: making dough, learning what a chalkboard is and isn't, assembling small furniture, cracking nuts, leaping, massaging leafy greens, making movies and taking photos of each other so terrifying, I cannot post them here. Aunty and Mother also donned their Sister hats and took to the bars and streets of Seattle leaping for their love of each other.
My mother is a gifted knitter, among her many other talents (talents I appear to be lacking). Her latest creation I have dubbed the Gumnut jumper, in honor of Snugglepot and Cuddlepie, the Australian gumnut babies I grew up with. Aunty Alissa was visiting so we took a little sojourn to the grassy meadow near our house to enjoy the late winter sunshine
A few posts back, I wondered if Andre Segovia hadn't been reborn. Now that Jonah has moved on to singing while strumming, I'm wondering if he isn't channeling Bob Dylan.