Last night Everett, could not sleep at all. He wanted to be held or me standing next to his crib for a good portion of the night. Not sure if it's teething, growing, or just being a babe. I quietly read a few pages of Walden by Thoreau to him while he drank some of his sippy cup and went right to sleep.
“Not till we are lost, in other words not till we have lost the world, do we begin to find ourselves, and realize where we are and the infinite extent of our relations.”
― Henry David Thoreau,
oil on paper
The art (the best part) is part of my making art everyday project and this is day 229. To read more about this awesome project click here