My Boy

My boy is cute

There is no doubt




But often do I want to shout

The fretting, whining and the rest
The constant cling and fussiness

All make me want to pull my hair
Or say a bad word, if I dare

My nose to flare, my teeth to nash
He often gives me a pain in the ash.





But when the day is nearly done
And diaper battles (sometimes) won

His little head on my shoulder lies
And little hands they hug me tight

And then I know the day’s great worth
And all the joy that came from his mirth



So off to sleep he’ll surely go


and we all hope he’ll remain so.


(but who are we kidding?)


3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. The Arrow
    Jan 06, 2009 @ 22:08:12

    What a sweetie 🙂 Great pics, too! Not sure what you’re complaining about there, since you have some energy left to write in verse (kidding :).


  2. Amberlina
    Jan 08, 2009 @ 16:13:12

    love it, errr, him!


  3. ~m
    Jan 08, 2009 @ 17:34:20

    Arrow, the verse was easy…the cotton-p1ickin’ photo files that took forever to upload cost me my zzzz’s!

    Amberlina, it and / or him loves you too 😛


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