Poetry Friday - Thanksgiving

I guess it's been a long time since my last Poetry Friday - but then, Munchkin is now four months old, and it feels like he was born only yesterday.... time sure flies when you're sleep deprived, and Munchkin just loves to feed all night, so please excuse the atrocious grammer of this sentence!

I've not got long to post this before it's no longer Friday here, so I'd better hurry :D

My sister set me a challenge - to write a poem in anapestic tetrametre (the metre used by Dr Seuss.) My effort is nowhere near as entertaining and humorous as the good Doc's (or my sister's poem, for that matter)... but since Thanksgiving is in the air and I've been awaiting the muse to celebrate my sons in poetry... here goes!



Giving thanks

For our long conversations 'bout "God only knows"
And for giggles and gurgles and pink baby toes


For the huggles and snuggles and cuddles we share
For those small, chubby fingers that tangle my hair


For the sweet, sloppy kisses no mother would swap
For those bright shining glances that make my heart stop


For an infant's dependence that wails every need
For that huge milk-drunk grin at the end of a feed


For a toddler's logic and tantrums and tears
And for being the one who can calm all their fears


For their joy in exploring each blossoming skill
For their bravery pushing the bounds of free will


For frustration, impatience and chaos unleashed
As I treasure by contrast rare moments of peace


Make my hands quick to catch them whenever they fall
Make my feet swift to answer whenever they call


Dearest Lord I give thanks for these boys every day
Bless my Wombat and Munchkin, I lovingly pray!

This photo was taken a month ago, so you can see that Munchkin is no lightweight! I'm so scatterbrained lately that Yeti has suggested Munchkin is sucking out my intelligence to fill that big head of his! LOL :D (That might explain the ending of my poem, which though sincere, feels like something of a cop-out...)

Poetry Friday is hosted this week at Under the Covers.

I hear a hungry cry from the bedroom - gotta go. At least the source of Munchkin's new nickname should be obvious by now!!!

Stolen moments...

What do you do with an exhausted, overwrought 2 year old who has given up on daytime naps, who is refusing to do anything except watch tv, and who is otherwise desperate to sleep but won't admit it? Answer: turn on Andre Rieu and within 30 seconds you'll have sleeping beauty!!!



The first time, it happened by accident, but I've used the technique twice now and it's working perfectly :P



Yes, if there is anyone still out there who is interested, I am alive, the little (BIG) Munchkin is here, Wombat is adjusting as well as can be expected to big-brother-hood and life is good. There is so much I want to write about, but alas, nappies must be hung and playrooms tidied (or else the Bob the Builder machines complain about having nowhere to vrooom). I also must make a new batch of playdough and I am sure I will think of a million more things that are demanding my attention.



I just stopped in to remind myself I am still here... oh and to record another exciting discovery in the world of toddlerhood - FISH OIL! Yeti and I are kicking ourselves for having forgotten... we were putting Wombat's increasingly chaotic tantrums and disruptive behaviour down to sibling rivalry... then Yeti remembered finding out about fish oil as a treatment for ADHD when Wombat was a baby.



For the past week and a half I have been squeezing a capsule of fish oil into Wombat's evening milk - the difference is dramatic. The best way I can describe it is - it's like we've suddenly got Bugs Bunny instead of Tassie Devil living in the house!

(I'd put a picture in, but apparently Vista and Norton don't make a good combination for uploading... yet another teething problem with this new computer... anyway, I think you know what I mean.)



He's still Captain Chaos, mischievous, whining, naughty and adorable, but as Yeti put it, "now he's back to playing on the same team". I'm so happy to see glimpses of my own cheerful little Wombat shining through the terrible twos... I was beginning to think I'd lost him :D