Our Lady of the Blanky

O heavy cheeks, ripe plums
Lolling fatness royal and holy
Allyn, patron saint of wiggle
Of berry toes for plucking
Wholly round, miracle of milk.
At tooth’s edge, pearl struck sand
And broke. She cried for joy,
Interruption of hunger
Nameless and without end.

Child's Pose

This month, Ally is into yoga. She gets into some pretty tangled poses, but always seems to find a way back to her tummy. On May 22 her first, long-anticipated tooth broke through and she's been a little grumpy. From child's pose, Ally rocks back and forth, making a little more progress toward crawling every day. Time to buy a rug.