There will be a time when there are no more naps.

I will miss the naps.

Seeking sunlight and a split-rail fence, I went to Iris’s school to take photos of a new doll I made.

Akiva wasn’t particularly delighted that I was not there to take photos of him.

So, of course, I had to take some photos of him.

I tried to get him to do one thing or another for the camera—

but he’s at his best when he’s acting like his regular self.

Somewhere in Eden, naked young children play amongst tall flowers growing by a river.

They all want to kiss me.

They all want to squeeze me because I am soft and cute.

But even though I’m only three, I’m already my own self. Respect me.

You think you can make yourself irresistible?

It is only I. Only I am irresistible. Don’t kiss me.

At a garage sale,

Mom bought a box of batik fabric that someone had cut into small pieces with the intent of making a quilt.

The quilt was never completed.

She bought me the fabric thinking I might use the tiny pieces to make tiny doll clothes.

I have decided that I enjoy piecing the fabric for clothing.

This skirt has 32 different fabrics.

I took Iris to the field across from the school to model it for me.

…& then strange tiredness overcame her, & she lay on the ground, immobile.