Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Lilacs
"When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd" -- Whitman
I wish I could not think of this poem every time I see or think about a Lilac.
I wish I could not think of this poem every time I see or think about a Lilac.
Catch-22
Mquest Jr. has chapped lips mostly because he likes to chew on his lips. Chapstick and lip balm only make him chew on them more. Oh well.
Wake the flood-
For those of you keeping track of Mquest Jr's lack of speaking--
At almost three years of age his vocabulary has exploded and seems to be around the correct amount of words. He has mastered the two word sentence and is quickly forming three word sentences. His use of verbs is a bit delayed and he is slightly behind on the verb curve. He is having trouble with his L's and N's which is not surprising and normal. N is a three year skill and he is ahead of the curve for other development of speech sounds.
At almost three years of age his vocabulary has exploded and seems to be around the correct amount of words. He has mastered the two word sentence and is quickly forming three word sentences. His use of verbs is a bit delayed and he is slightly behind on the verb curve. He is having trouble with his L's and N's which is not surprising and normal. N is a three year skill and he is ahead of the curve for other development of speech sounds.
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
The high lonesome sound
Last weekend our city had a huge train fair. Here are just a few of the few thousand pictures I took. (the dalmatian is real)
The Hat
Until today I never realized how hard it is to take pictures of children that are wearing baseball caps. Shadows across the eyes. Bright spots on the chin. The bill covering the eyes. One must get pretty low to the ground and shot up. All and all it must be worth it-- I really like this shot. Of course the hat has a practical purpose of keeping the sun from doing terrible damage to my sons fair skin.
Where will it end?
Is Thomas the Tank Engine a gateway drug? Will my son be destined to grow up and join train society's? Will he spend his golden years volunteering in a train museum cursing the day he first met Thomas?
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