my baby blue...

I took my eldest to Big School for the first time today.It's only what we brits call "reception class", it's not as if he's off smoking behind the bike sheds yet.But I found myself this morning, standing in a playground, watching him in his bright new uniform filing off in a little procession of other four and five year olds, and thinking "that's my baby".It would be more accurate to say "that _was_ my baby"!Where have the last four years and eleven months gone? A curious thing about having almost-five-year-olds is that they creep up on you. One minute you're clutching a tiny helpless fragile thing that still isn't strong enough to hold its own head up, and in front of your eyes, he learns how to eat, walk, talk, draw, dress, read, tell jokes... And now he's going to school.So. Moon Safari. Damned as perfect "dinner party music". Loved my me as such until I played this track while trying to get a brand new blue-eyed baby to sleep, late 2001. And I found that it works at sending brand new babies to sleep, as well as making brand new daddies cry. And not so brand new daddies._The world the world the world the worldJust for youFor nobody else_Kinda fitting that it ends with the sounds of kids playing in a playground.