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| First plane ride! |
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| Felix loved it... |
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| ...and then passed out. |
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| Welcome to Minnesota! (note change of outfit. There was an incident on the plane) |
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| Ready for Minnesota! |
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| Gorgeous environs |
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| This is a very sleepy baby |
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| Sam and Ben's gorgeous ceremony |
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| The guys watch from the wings |
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| Gotta stay clean! |
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| Naptime in Iowa |
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| Lots of cousins. |
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| Auntie Loraine |
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| Grandpa Lemon |
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| Hold on tight! |
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| Lilacs in full bloom. Yummy! |
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| Fun in the sun |
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| Auntie Jihan and Cousin Miles |
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| The guys outside |
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| Miles says Baby Felix is "fuzzy" |
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| Buddies |
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| Felix loves Uncle Casey |
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| Miles liked the playground next door |
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| Bunch a jokers |
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| Wanna see the best thing? |
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| You grab your foot |
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| And pull it towards your face |
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| And chew on your Mickey Mouse sock! For hours! |
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| It's pretty great. |
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| Hanging out in the backyard |
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| So I says to the guy...how'd you like a knuckle sandwich? |
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| Just kidding! |
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| Happy Birthday Baby Dean! |
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| Felix's first party hat |
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| Felix wants that cake! |
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| Big boy! |
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| Happy Mother's Day |
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| Loving the quilt Auntie Charlotte made him |
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. | ||||||
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| The grass makes me giggle |
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| Watching the birds |
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| Nice warm breeze on my bare feet |
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| Love watching the trees move! |
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| Mosquitoes are out... |
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| better go in! |
