And as I changed her diaper and her pjs for some clothes,
But she just grinned her toddler grin, already off to seek
That something new to get into—a step ahead of me.
I tidied up the table, tucked away her little things,
Knowing, as I did so that her tiny feet had wings,
And she already was ahead, cause, though her stride is small,
She compensates by moving fast as she runs down the hall.
Her first stop was the bathroom, and though I grabbed her fists,
Already she was soaked with toilet water past her wrists,
Then, dried and clean, she made a fateful dash for the milk
pail,
(I’d tried to tend it earlier, but clearly, I had failed.)
Another wash, another shirt and she was off again,
This time, headed for the playroom and her fav’rite train,
I took the time to catch my breath, what harm could Teddy do?
With toys designed to entertain, and none to break or
chew.
But she managed, Teddy did, somehow she broke that train,
Then made a bigger mess by flushing spent parts down the
drain.
I know you’re thinking what is wrong and why can’t I keep up?
You have to know she’s not alone, I’ve others—plus a pup.
Oops, sorry, while I stopped to talk, my Teddy Bear made tracks,
I'll tell you, she does not allow her Mama to relax!
This time she found the diaper creme. And something you should know,
It's covering propensities when applied from head to toe.
And so my day goes by, I’m pulling her from scrape and
scrape,
By supper time, I feel as if I’ve earned a hero’s cape!
Between my household duties and attempting to keep watch,
I mostly end up far behind in toddler hop (and) scotch,
And all my begging: “Teddy-Bear, just be an angel, please!”
Falls on heedless ears as off she scoots on hands and knees,
And though I manage to corral (at meal times and such),
It never lasts quite long enough to help me out that much...
Then finally, bedtime rolls around, she’s had her bath and
book,
And prayers and cuddles and she’s safely tucked in bed in
nook,
A sleepy kiss and off she drifts. Then, as she slumbers soft...
I realize she IS the angel I requested oft!
With poetry, we all besought
To try to make the week begin
With gentle thoughts,
Perhaps a grin?
So Karen, Charlotte, Mimi, me
Have crafted poems for you to see.
And now you’ve read what we have wrought…
Did we help?
Or did we not?
Topics for the next few weeks (with a huge thank-you to Mimi, who comes up with so many of them!)...
Be an Angel Day (August 22) Today!
Bats -or- More Herbs, Less Salt (August 29)
Labour Day (September 5)
Chocolate Milk Shakes (September 12)
Talk Like a Pirate Day (September 19)
Field Trips (September 26)
Name Your Car (October 3)
Octopus (or something squishy) (October 10)
Most Memorable Italian Meal (October 17)
Bathtubs (October 24)
Halloween -or- your favourite Knock-Knock Joke (October 31)
Oatmeal (November 7)
So beautiful! Had to share...Laurie
ReplyDeleteMaybe she will grow up and become an explorer and send you photos, which you can enjoy with your feet up and a cup of tea!!
ReplyDeleteFaster than a speeding bullet...
ReplyDeleteThey do turn into angels when they fall asleep, don't they.
ReplyDeleteAwww! They are precious, after all. If you're blessed, she grew up to have several children just like her.
ReplyDeleteHa ha...Teddy is a handful! I'm sure parents hate it when people say 'It's a phase. She'll get over it!' Thanks for the smiles, Diane.
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