5.7.13
Chris Whitley. Christopher Whitley.

5.5.13 I converted Christopher’s crib to a toddler bed today. He seems pretty pleased with it. I hope he doesn’t fall out tonight, he is quite the mover in bed. I guess it’s not far to the floor. View high resolution

5.5.13
I converted Christopher’s crib to a toddler bed today. He seems pretty pleased with it. I hope he doesn’t fall out tonight, he is quite the mover in bed.
I guess it’s not far to the floor.

I met Chris Whitley in 1995, I think. I was young. He was young. He had a young daughter, Trixie, who was 7 at the time. Chris and I became friends and over the years I’d hear about Trixie who was living sometimes in Belgium, sometimes New York. Sometimes was on stage with him. But somehow I never met her. Until tonight. Almost 8 years after his death. It was bizarre. She moves like him on stage and plays guitar like him. I had tears through most of her show. But I was so glad to be able to finally meet her and hug her and tell her I know her dad would be so proud. I bought some merch to help support her tour and slipped her a $20 cause I know she probably could use it. It was a hard evening and a great evening all in one. I’m so glad I finally met her. I miss her father everyday. View high resolution

I met Chris Whitley in 1995, I think.
I was young. He was young. He had a young daughter, Trixie, who was 7 at the time. Chris and I became friends and over the years I’d hear about Trixie who was living sometimes in Belgium, sometimes New York. Sometimes was on stage with him. But somehow I never met her. Until tonight. Almost 8 years after his death. It was bizarre. She moves like him on stage and plays guitar like him. I had tears through most of her show. But I was so glad to be able to finally meet her and hug her and tell her I know her dad would be so proud. I bought some merch to help support her tour and slipped her a $20 cause I know she probably could use it. It was a hard evening and a great evening all in one. I’m so glad I finally met her. I miss her father everyday.

I mean…..

I mean…..

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4.30.13 Red light stop. Christopher has “learned” red light stop; green light go. Although be confuses them 98% of the time. Took over some other kids car today. He loves this thing. He is the worst sharer and doesn’t always play well with others. Just like his mama. He was so trying today. Deep breaths. View high resolution

4.30.13
Red light stop. Christopher has “learned” red light stop; green light go. Although be confuses them 98% of the time.
Took over some other kids car today. He loves this thing. He is the worst sharer and doesn’t always play well with others.
Just like his mama.
He was so trying today. Deep breaths.

4.28.13
Then and now. So crazy!!!

4.27.13 So sweet. Growing so fast. I watched “The Business of Being Born” today and it made me so sad for Christopher’s start in this world. That he and I were quickly parted. And I know this was for his own good, but was it really necessary? I’ll never know. He was born just before midnight and after getting to hold him for a minute, I didn’t see him again until like 2am. Then I went back to my room where I had an angry Jamaican nurse. Then in the morning there was no urgency for me to get up to him. They decided he’d use a pacifier. They started him on formula before we’d even had a chance to nurse. Blah blah blah. I was so powerless and yet he was MY baby. Ugh it’s all good I suppose. I just feel like things could’ve been different but I didn’t know what it could’ve been? Idk. He’s almost 3 and strong as an ox so it’s good. View high resolution

4.27.13
So sweet. Growing so fast.
I watched “The Business of Being Born” today and it made me so sad for Christopher’s start in this world. That he and I were quickly parted. And I know this was for his own good, but was it really necessary? I’ll never know. He was born just before midnight and after getting to hold him for a minute, I didn’t see him again until like 2am. Then I went back to my room where I had an angry Jamaican nurse. Then in the morning there was no urgency for me to get up to him. They decided he’d use a pacifier. They started him on formula before we’d even had a chance to nurse. Blah blah blah. I was so powerless and yet he was MY baby. Ugh it’s all good I suppose. I just feel like things could’ve been different but I didn’t know what it could’ve been? Idk. He’s almost 3 and strong as an ox so it’s good.

4.18.13 Mostly unaffected by the (torrential) rain. Glad for the warmer weather but miss the sun. Went to an art show/cocktail party tonight. Christopher was the bell of the ball, but home in time for bed. View high resolution

4.18.13
Mostly unaffected by the (torrential) rain. Glad for the warmer weather but miss the sun.
Went to an art show/cocktail party tonight. Christopher was the bell of the ball, but home in time for bed.

Morrow Planet: on thoughts and prayers

openareas:

Between the pray for Boston hashtag on twitter and people sending out prayers to Texas, there are an awful lot of people deriding those who are praying, saying it does no good, it’s useless, it’s stupid, etc.

There’s only so much you can do from far away. If sending out prayers…

(Reblogged from morrowplanet)
4.17.13 Not enough time. Too much to do. Yadda yadda yadda. As always this kid slays me. Amazing to have started in the NICU and to have grown to this big strong boy. He’s been very snuggly lately. I can’t get enough. View high resolution

4.17.13
Not enough time. Too much to do. Yadda yadda yadda.
As always this kid slays me. Amazing to have started in the NICU and to have grown to this big strong boy. He’s been very snuggly lately. I can’t get enough.