Due to an ill timed diaper change, our five month old ended up staying up late into the night. With his big brown eyes open wide as platters and his usual silly smile, he practiced a collection of new sounds beyond his oft rehearsed screeches. There were puffs and pops, pffts and creeaks vaguely matching the noises the big people make.
At 2246 they grow up interminably slow. At 0537 the morning after, one laments how fleeting this season shall be.