Friday, May 13, 2011

9 months old

You can sing and shout
and body surf about
You are bright and cheerful
And often an earful!

You cuddle so well
And I love your after bath smell
You love to read books
about eggs and ninooks

This poem, oh it sucks
(pentameter is all f*ck'd)
But I wanted to say
I love you my darlings ...  in every which way.


  1. Awww, your sweetness made me teary.

  2. I love the poem! Very clever and reflects the place we often find ourselves these days: immersed in color and song and silly critters and toys that blink and...holy crap, I can't believe your kids are 9 months old!