Music in the Hills: Isaac saying please

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Isaac saying please

Isaac... I have finally figured out how to get him to say please... before I would say something like this... "when you say please I will give such and such to you"... or in moments of desperation,

"just say please and you can have it!"... he wouldn't say a THING... just whining and pig squeals to get what he wanted... so frustrating, to think this might be the manner of communicating with your children for the rest of their lives!!! :)... but finally, one day I said... "Isaac, how do we ask for things?" and he said, "please." Ding, ding, ding! revelation... Isaac will not be pushed into saying or doing something, in any way shape or form... he has to figure it out himself. Which for me translates into great ingenuity as a mom... think mom think. So, now I say... how do we ask for something and he always says, "please"... hurah hurah... by the by... I can't tell you how many times he will say something ... like someone's name... and they will try to get him to repeat it and he will sort of smile his secret smile and keep mum!

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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