Submitted for your amusement…a poem by my eldest, whose baby is non-stop movement and exploration:
adventures in babydom
Mommy peacefully sitting, knitting. Blissfully unaware.
Baby playing quietly, happily. Without a care.
Mommy looks down
At Baby’s concentrated frown
Hears a small *crunch*
Baby thinks “lunch!”
Until Mommy shrieks impressively.
A scuffle ensues
Mommy won’t lose
As Baby tries to hide his prize.
But junebug legs
And junebug head
Cannot escape her horrified eyes.
Now Baby cries.
The winner of the “Be Mine” letters is Kris, comment number 11! Congratulations, Kris. Also, a huge thank you to all who entered and said such encouraging things…may you all have a blessed Sunday!