Poetry Friday: A Birthday Poem

My small, middle boy is three today, on this brightly sunny, Poetry Friday. We had waffles for breakfast (per his request) and I sprayed a tower of whipped cream on top of his and stuck a candle in it. He dimpled and blew it out and dug in. I think it will be a good year.

Here's hoping this year he learns how to: keep his pants dry all the time, sleep through the night, whine less and talk more, and buckle his own seatbelt. Three is the year. I'm ready and I know he is too.

Happy Birthday, Dee! I love you so. Today the poem is all yours.

Young Biography

He is forklifts, nose wrinkles and faithful glasses of milk.

He is the towering T-rex bones at The Museum of Natural History

He is bottomless sardine tins, Frog and Toad and quiet spaces.

He is a toddler in a surgical gown, a homebirth into quiet waters.

He is whipped cream slurped off the sundae and a raspy dinosaur voice.

He is the way that butter, once-melted-into-your-oatmeal, ceases to exist and is mourned.

He is a painting of Jesus on The Road to Emmaus that hangs at the back of the sanctuary.

He is a tiny sparkle in the corner of an unremarkable beige pebble at the beach.

He is infinite little pebbles, heavy in the pockets of tiny pairs of sagging jeans.

He is sirloin steak and oozing pricey cheese and a funny, little gear that turns, just so.

He is my second son, and this morning he was three for the first time.

You can find all kinds of other poetic delights today at Dori Reads, the home of our Poetry Friday round-up hostess.

Three Months and Counting!!

Our little Nib is three whole months old now. He's working hard at rolling over anytime he finds himself on a flat surface, grabbing my skirt if I sweep past within fingertip range, and putting everything (including his whole fist) in his mouth non-stop. He's a super social little guy, loves people and smiles easily. We've finally started getting those first few giggles from him which are unspeakably delightful although I  feel like I'm still waiting for a full out belly laugh chortle session. He's still extremely mellow...in bed at night and around the house during the day he's as non-invasive as I can imagine a baby being. I'm still not sure exactly where he came from.

In addition to Nib's third monthiversary, we also had one last trip to the farm today with our visiting cousins. Penny and the girls have been really, really fun to have as house guests and I have to say that even though there are a million things I wish we could have had time for, having Penny here when I moved was an amazing sanity saver. I owe her about a million times over now for the late night parenting talks, photo sessions, babysitting swaps, endless box unpacking, manic meal making and a host of other memorable lifesavers. I have no idea how I would have pulled off the move without her. I feel like a total wimp for being that weak on my own but, as I mentioned recently....it takes a village, right?

Is there anything cuter than very small people in the lush grass next a New England stone wall? 

I'm not sure. 

Today Was Really Beautiful

Lots to savor tonight as I slip off to dreamland....it was a wonderful last day for my oldest boy to be three. Sometimes life feels impossibly lovely. Sweet dreams Ru!