Diddie Wa Diddie.

More and more, the boy -- for our Ziggy has somehow become not a toddler, but a full fledged B-O-Y -- spends time in his "big boy room" listening to music. The current favorite, Blind Blake (known as the foremost ragtime picker of the guitar), was plucked off a CD shelf and is being absorbed. Often we find the boy kneeling before the speakers, like a fourteen year old. Once weeks ago, he played the same cowgirls' lament repeatedly, telling me, "Mama, it's sooooo sad, it's beautiful."

And today, he asked, "I turned on the Diddie Wa Diddie music. Is is OK for me to take a chair in and eat my lunch there?"

And here he sits.