I know, I've been slacking. Chalk it up to being sick w/ some nasty virus thing and having houseguests for a couple of nights. First of all, we have hatched all 14 ladybugs, and they're super cute! Pink, with plenty of spots. Watching them crawl out of their little hideaway skin things was creepy, but very fun. Boo took them to school today to show her class, and one of them shed its skin right in front of them. They come out totally white w/ no spots...and about an hour lady turn pink and get their dots.
The baby has managed to pick up a disturbing new habit, and I decided to chronicle it with a poem. Do not mock my sorry attempt at poetry! :o) I am a mommy, not Shakespeare. Without further adieu...
~Ode to the Potty~
There you are, my brand new toy
You were put there for me to enjoy
My eyes twinkle, my mouth squeals
I’m in love with you, my glee reveals
Slap-slap-slap go my hands on the tile
I’m crawling to you with a big smile
It’s been so long since we last met
But our last time together, I cannot forget!
Hello, special white friend, hello!
Alas! Your lid is up! I can see what’s below!
Hands to the sky, I reach for your seat
I balance on my knees, and then pull to my feet
Oh, joy! Sweet joy! There’s the water, I see!
All of this time you’ve been waiting for me
Can I touch you? Shall I splash? May I? Oh, yes!
Swish-splash-swish, *squeal* What a mess!
But, hark! What’s this? I almost forgot!
There is your flusher - I can flush you a lot
They reach for you, fun toy, the fat hands that I’ve got
WHOOSH! There goes all the water, my pot!
The fun is not over, no not just yet
Mommy’s on her way, but before I forget
There is potty’s friend: the tissue on a roll!
I hit you, unroll you, more on the floor is my goal
I squeal, I jump, I yell with my voice
Potty is my best friend, let’s all rejoice!
Not just a toy, but entertainment galore
Uh oh! I am being whisked off the floor
And to the sink, Mommy sounds a little mad
She’s washing my hands and says I’ve been bad
Can’t she see? Potty and I are special friends
I will just hurry back to play with him again
Farewell, my love, goodbye for a while
I’ll come back to you, chubby cheeks with a smile
And we will splash, flush, unroll, and play!
Goodbye, fun little potty, until another day
The baby has managed to pick up a disturbing new habit, and I decided to chronicle it with a poem. Do not mock my sorry attempt at poetry! :o) I am a mommy, not Shakespeare. Without further adieu...
~Ode to the Potty~
There you are, my brand new toy
You were put there for me to enjoy
My eyes twinkle, my mouth squeals
I’m in love with you, my glee reveals
Slap-slap-slap go my hands on the tile
I’m crawling to you with a big smile
It’s been so long since we last met
But our last time together, I cannot forget!
Hello, special white friend, hello!
Alas! Your lid is up! I can see what’s below!
Hands to the sky, I reach for your seat
I balance on my knees, and then pull to my feet
Oh, joy! Sweet joy! There’s the water, I see!
All of this time you’ve been waiting for me
Can I touch you? Shall I splash? May I? Oh, yes!
Swish-splash-swish, *squeal* What a mess!
But, hark! What’s this? I almost forgot!
There is your flusher - I can flush you a lot
They reach for you, fun toy, the fat hands that I’ve got
WHOOSH! There goes all the water, my pot!
The fun is not over, no not just yet
Mommy’s on her way, but before I forget
There is potty’s friend: the tissue on a roll!
I hit you, unroll you, more on the floor is my goal
I squeal, I jump, I yell with my voice
Potty is my best friend, let’s all rejoice!
Not just a toy, but entertainment galore
Uh oh! I am being whisked off the floor
And to the sink, Mommy sounds a little mad
She’s washing my hands and says I’ve been bad
Can’t she see? Potty and I are special friends
I will just hurry back to play with him again
Farewell, my love, goodbye for a while
I’ll come back to you, chubby cheeks with a smile
And we will splash, flush, unroll, and play!
Goodbye, fun little potty, until another day
posted by Beth @ 3:10 PM
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