Thursday, May 26, 2011

First big trip!

This past week we traveled to Minnesota and Iowa.  Felix did great!


First plane ride!

Felix loved it...

...and then passed out.

Welcome to Minnesota!  (note change of outfit.  There was an incident on the plane)

Ready for Minnesota!

Gorgeous environs

This is a very sleepy baby

Sam and Ben's gorgeous ceremony

The guys watch from the wings

Gotta stay clean!

Naptime in Iowa

Lots of cousins.

Auntie Loraine

Grandpa Lemon

Hold on tight!

Lilacs in full bloom.  Yummy!

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Four months old!

Doing the stationary army crawl

chunky chunky chunky!

A visit from Uncle Casey, Auntie Jihan, and Cousin Miles!


Fun in the sun

Auntie Jihan and Cousin Miles

The guys outside

Miles says Baby Felix is "fuzzy"


Buddies



Felix loves Uncle Casey

Miles liked the playground next door

Bunch a jokers

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

All smiles



The best thing

Wanna see the best thing?

You grab your foot

And pull it towards your face

And chew on your Mickey Mouse sock!  For hours!

It's pretty great.

Monday, May 9, 2011

Weekend fun

Hanging out in the backyard

So I says to the guy...how'd you like a knuckle sandwich?

Just kidding!

Happy Birthday Baby Dean!

Felix's first party hat

Felix wants that cake!


Big boy!

Happy Mother's Day

Loving the quilt Auntie Charlotte made him

Thursday, May 5, 2011

One year ago today...

We learned that Sprouty was coming!



A child said, What is the grass?
Walt Whitman
A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full
            hands;
How could I answer the child?. . . .I do not know what it
            is any more than he.

I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful
            green stuff woven.

Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord,
A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropped,
Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we
            may see and remark, and say Whose?

Or I guess the grass is itself a child. . . .the produced babe
            of the vegetation.

Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic,
And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow
            zones,
Growing among black folks as among white,
Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the
same, I receive them the same.

And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.

Tenderly will I use you curling grass,
It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men,
It may be if I had known them I would have loved them;
It may be you are from old people and from women, and
            from offspring taken soon out of their mother's laps,
And here you are the mother's laps.

This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old
            mothers,
Darker than the colorless beards of old men,
Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths.

O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues!
And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths
            for nothing.

I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men
            and women,
And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring
            taken soon out of their laps.

What do you think has become of the young and old men?
What do you think has become of the women and
            children?

They are alive and well somewhere;
The smallest sprouts show there is really no death,
And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait
            at the end to arrest it,
And ceased the moment life appeared.

All goes onward and outward. . . .and nothing collapses,
And to die is different from what any one supposed, and
            luckier.







 



Sunday, May 1, 2011

Let's go outside!

The grass makes me giggle

Watching the birds

Nice warm breeze on my bare feet

Love watching the trees move!

Mosquitoes are out...

better go in!