Thursday, February 16, 2012

eau de baby vomit ...*re-posted*

(I wrote this poem for Owen in July of 2008.  Alas, it is all too fitting for little Gabriel as well, and therefore I felt it deserved a re-post.)

My sweet little baby smells so good
Til he starts the day with an urp
I snuggle him close up on my shoulder
Til I hear the dreaded burp.

Damage control, save the clothes!
I strive to direct the flow
But my own sweet dear little spitter
Shows I'm much too slow.

Each & every day it's a matter of course
That casualties will fall.
Onesie, t-shirt, Mama's shoes
The flood nails one and all.

The "rain falls on the just and the unjust,"
In our home that is so true.
But this particular brand of weather
When sniffed, produces an "Ew!"

Still, this dear precious boy
Is worth it all, with his dear sweet gummy grins
And when he laughs, I forget about
The milk curds on his chin.

1 comment:

Mama said...

I remember that cute poem. Hopefully this stage will be over soon.