Warning: If you ever plan to buy Darius a present, you should know he's very picky!
I asked him tonight what he wants for his birthday, and he told me, "I don't know! Whenever I open the presents that people bring me at my birthday party when it's time for me to open them, I say 'Wow! This is just what I wanted!' so I don't know what I want!"
And now, we have a newcomer to the quotables....
Mya and I went to the grocery store the other night. At one point, she dropped her baby doll on the floor and wanted me to get it, so she yelled "Stop the bus!!" I have no idea where that came from, but it worked.
Today she climbed up on my lap and gave me a kiss, then looked at me and asked, "Nummy Mama?" Absolutely.
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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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