Music in the Hills: Isaac and the Sprite Bottle

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Isaac and the Sprite Bottle

don't worry it isn't sprite... it's water in the sprite bottle he LOVES drinking stuff

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shellyOctober 23, 2010 at 10:25 PM
You know you're a weaning mother when your reaction to this is, "Well, he should wean easy, then =)" Your boys are so cute and I love looking at the pictures. This is such a good angle-the sprite bottle looks huge!
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The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear,

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

Sonnet: 'I dreaded walking where there was no path'

I dreaded walking where there was no path

And pressed with cautious tread the meadow swath

And always turned to look with wary eye

And always feared the owner coming by;

Yet everything about where I had gone

Appeared so beautiful I ventured on

And when I gained the road where all are free

I fancied every stranger frowned at me

And every kinder look appeared to say

You've been on trespass in your walk today,

I've often thought the day appeared so fine,

How beautiful if such a place were mine

But having nought I never feel alone

And cannot use another's as my own.

John Claire