Big Ben some day I hope that you'll look back upon these postings, see how your first year of life was chronicled and that it brings you a smile and a laugh.
Along that vein I thought I would write you a little poem.
Ode to a Two Month Old
A little over two months ago you were still in your mom's belly.
No one, at least not your Mom or your Dad, thought you would produce things so smelly.
We never anticipated the joy that your smile would bring us
Or the way our heats jump when you sing us your chorus.
In the two months that you have been on earth our world has been rearranged
Sleep patterns, eating patterns, and even leaving the house has all
And in the wee hours of the night when all is dark and quiet - save for the
sound of your breathing.
Your mom and I ponder the wonder of you and enjoy the stillness - at least
before you start teething.
And maybe some day we will be in adding a sister or a brother mode.
But that, my son, is for a different ode.