A while back I wrote a poem and I just found it.
I have a son who just turned two.
There are lots of things he likes to do.
Making messes is his number one,
And just when I think he's done,
I realize our fun has just begun.
I clean up...
lotion
soap
water
mud,
more water
more water
yogurt, Ugh!
oatmeal
grapes
milk
crumbs,
spit
toys
He's having fun!
crayon
detergent
garbage
movies,
this really isn't going smoothly.
And then I get it all cleaned up.
And look around for my little pup
From Dallin's top bunk I hear him yell.
When will he fall? Only time will tell.
I wonder how long until bedtime at seven.
I look at the clock and see its only eleven!!!
So I get him down, set him on my lap,
Then we rockabye, sing, and take a nap.
I have a son who just turned two.
There are lots of things he likes to do.
Making messes is his number one,
And just when I think he's done,
I realize our fun has just begun.
I clean up...
lotion
soap
water
mud,
more water
more water
yogurt, Ugh!
oatmeal
grapes
milk
crumbs,
spit
toys
He's having fun!
crayon
detergent
garbage
movies,
this really isn't going smoothly.
And then I get it all cleaned up.
And look around for my little pup
From Dallin's top bunk I hear him yell.
When will he fall? Only time will tell.
I wonder how long until bedtime at seven.
I look at the clock and see its only eleven!!!
So I get him down, set him on my lap,
Then we rockabye, sing, and take a nap.







