dreams

Last night Quincy wanted to sleep with his baby for the first time [after feeding him sauce (applesauce) and a bottle. He couldn't go to bed with an empty tum, now could he?]. And he almost certainly dreamt about him.

Meanwhile I was in the next room dreaming about new camera bodies and super-fast lenses.

I found him this morning happy as, standing in bed, still gingerly holding his baby.

The floor was littered with everything else.