“If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?” — Percy Bysshe Shelley
“If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?” — Percy Bysshe Shelley
Dear March – Come in –
How glad I am –
I hoped for you before –
Put down your Hat –
You must have walked –
How out of Breath you are –
— from “Dear March – Come in -” by Emily Dickinson
Yesterday Zane had his 18 month check-up. It’s hard to believe he’s already a year and a half old. He’s recently had a language explosion, with new words popping up everyday. While I love to check off those milestones, it also makes me sad because there’s no turning back. I can’t ever hold a brand-new baby Zane again.
Nevertheless, Zane is a healthy, happy little guy. He weighs 25.5 lbs and he’s 33.5 inches tall (66th and 80th percentile, respecitively). During this appointment I was asked to fill out a survey regarding his development. Thankfully, Zane is developing typically.
Lillia came along and was, for the most part, quite helpful (though, as you can see in this photo, she wasn’t pleased about having to wait for the doctor to arrive). When it was time for Zane to have his vaccinations, she asked to leave the room. She is a sensitive soul.
Every year during February vacation (and sometimes other vacations) Lillia makes pretzels with Mémé (my mother-in-law). Here are some photos from this year’s bretzel-making day.
From “Woman at the Window,” by Theodore Deppe:
As in a waking dream, the iron glides down a sleeve
and there’s no tornado, only warnings and warm sun
on a young woman’s cheek and shoulder,
only the way the ordinary light of morning
ravishes her as she stares off
at something beyond the frame.
