wake up call

i woke up to the sound of a baby crying. it must have been someone walking their older kid to school, with their younger one in the stroller, passing by our house. we live right in the middle of a triangle of schools - two strangely zoned public elementary schools and a jesuit k-8 school. i'm used to kids in uniforms with humongous backpacks making noise as they go by, and i enjoy them. the baby thing is unusual, though. i hope it doesn't happen again. all of the sudden, it's 8 1/2 months ago, and i'm waking up to the realization that the bassinet in the corner is empty, and hans will never fill it.

i still want him back.