When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d

6 05 2007

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d,

And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night,

I mourn’d, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring…

(From Memories of President Lincoln, by Walt Whitman)


6 05 2007

So Saturday morning, I had the bright idea of letting Alex feed himself yogurt. Molly’d just bought some toddler spoons. And Alex is also rather insistent about feeding himself most other foods. How different could yogurt be?

Not that different, it turns out. Just like all of the other foods he eats, he ate the yogurt with his fingers. And the spoon was, for the most part, just a toy.