So Darius has recently learned to clap, and thinks its the funniest thing ever. He will also do high-fives now. This has rekindled Taye's interest in high-fiving recently as well. Today the three of us were playing in the back yard, and high-fiving and it reminded me of something. Several months ago, I would guess Taye was 18-19 months old, I was lying with him in bed, waiting for him to go to sleep. He was almost out, eyes rolling back in his head, etc. when out of nowhere, he bolted upright. Then he took my hand, looked at me and said very cheerfully "high-five!" and slapped my hand. Then he laid down and fell asleep. It was so funny!
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The Barefoot Boy
John Greenleaf Whittier
BLESSINGS on thee, little man,
Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan!
With thy turned-up pantaloons,
And thy merry whistled tunes;
With thy red lip, redder still
Kissed by strawberries on the hill;
With the sunshine on thy face,
Through thy torn brim’s jaunty grace;
From my heart I give thee joy,—
I was once a barefoot boy!
Prince thou art,—the grown-up man
Only is republican.
Let the million-dollared ride!
Barefoot, trudging at his side,
Thou hast more than he can buy
In the reach of ear and eye,—
Outward sunshine, inward joy:
Blessings on thee, barefoot boy!
BLESSINGS on thee, little man,
Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan!
With thy turned-up pantaloons,
And thy merry whistled tunes;
With thy red lip, redder still
Kissed by strawberries on the hill;
With the sunshine on thy face,
Through thy torn brim’s jaunty grace;
From my heart I give thee joy,—
I was once a barefoot boy!
Prince thou art,—the grown-up man
Only is republican.
Let the million-dollared ride!
Barefoot, trudging at his side,
Thou hast more than he can buy
In the reach of ear and eye,—
Outward sunshine, inward joy:
Blessings on thee, barefoot boy!
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