One of my favorite poems to teach (when the powers that be force me... French Immersion me... to teach English???? - oh foolish, foolish powers) is Dylan Thomas' "Do not go gentle into that good night". I think it's a fabulous poem.
Lately, I've been thinking that a few of the lines are Simon's new anti-sleep mantra:
"Rage, rage against the dying of the light"
"Do not go gentle into that good night"
The kid is currently down for the count. I'm not sure how long my "break" will last. Enough time to fold laundry? put away groceries? finish this blog?
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Babies are so unpredictable. I hope you have enough time to do all of the things on your list and then some! Then go and snuggle your precious little boy!
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