some things never change

When I watch Jacky on the video monitor, with its grainy, grayscale feed, I sometimes feel like I'm looking at him on the ultrasound again. You see a little creature in there, sometimes it's easy to pick out his various parts, sometimes not. But it's hard to stop watching.

This morning, I was brought back to his in utero days again... he's taken to kicking the crap out of his crib while he's supposed to be napping. Just like last year around this time, when he would use my organs as a punching/kicking bag. Precious.

kicky from blake kahan on Vimeo.