Turn Around

TURN AROUND

Written by: Harry Belafonte, Alan Greene & Malvina Reynolds

Where are you going

My little one, little one

Where are you going

My baby, my own

I know, it is past time for some pictures of the Grand Boy.

I was talking to a friend this morning about pictures of the boy and the blog and realized what has been keeping me from writing a new post about the boy: talking about him just makes me sadder that he has moved back to Brooklyn =,o}... Well, there. It's out.

So, here's a couple from just before they left...

Turn around and you’re two
Turn around and you’re four
Turn around and you’re a young boy
Going out of the door

He'd just started being interested in food. With a vengeance! When we gave him his first bite of white Babcock peach (picture on the left), well suck really, since he doesn't even have a tooth nub yet, he didn't stop gnawing until all the juice was gone, then wiggled and skooched in a demand for more.

Turn around and you’re tiny

Turn around and you’re grown

Turn around and you’re a young wife

With babes of your own

Turn around, turn around

Turn around and you’re a young wife

With babes of your own

We took him up to the Eel River at the beginning of August to stay in a cabin we have been renting for a few days each summer since his mom, the Dear Daughter, was nine months old.

He sussed out that leaves floating on water thing, got to sit at the campfire one night while he fell asleep in his mama's arms, and got to chomp on some ambrosia melon and suck up a ripe apricot. Some Fun!

Hey, Mom! Don't take a picture, my face is all mushy.

My dear friend LC was up at the Eel River with us this year. She captured this family portrait.

And this one of me and the Corn Tiger.

I feel those little lips on my neck every time I look at it.

Turn around and they’re young

Turn around and they’re old

Turn around and they’re gone

And we’ve no one to hold

Turn around, turn around

Turn around and they’re gone

And we’ve no one to hold

This may all seem like just so much bathos, but that is just how I'm feeling about the boy these days when I get out the pictures, i.e. not sure whether to laugh or cry.

More soon.

Love for now.

x0

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