Cradle Song
by William Blake

Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,
Dreaming in the joys of night;
Sleep, sleep; in thy sleep
Little sorrows sit and weep.

Sweet babe, in thy face
Soft desires I can trace,
Secret joys and secret smiles,
Little pretty infant wiles.

As thy softest limbs I feel
Smiles as of the morning steal
O'er thy cheek, and o'er thy breast
Where thy little heart doth rest.

O the cunning wiles that creep
In thy little heart asleep!
When thy little heart doth wake,
Then the dreadful night shall break.

monday mornin'

I woke up at 445 feeling the need to change my tampon.

Jay lives in a little house outside of the main house. Ale and I went in there to watch Bruce Almighty and passed out.

I came in to pee and decided that the internet is so fast I could probably work a few hours now doing some ChaCha. My feet are sadly starting to itch from the bugs :(

Here are some pictures we took yesterday.

Love,
K