Mommy’s Christmas Gift
Every Christmas I try to make my wife one homemade gift. We do stockings for each other, and we buy each other little things we probably don't really need. But on top of that, I like to make something a little more special. This year I drew a picture of Baby J. I framed the picture, and I wrapped it up. We leave little clues on our presents for each other, so we can try to guess before we open them. My clue to her was: Mommy's Little Monkey.
Mommy's Little Monkey
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You’re the Best, I confess
I thought I'd share a poem I wrote to Baby J's mommy as if it was written from Baby J. herself.
Though I scream and I fuss and I make you insane--
Though I cry and I yell and I often complain--
I love you, I need you, you're my mommy, it's true,
you're the best, I confess, there's no better than you.Though I pout and I whimper when you fall asleep,
until you're so drained that you give in and weep,
I'm so lucky you're mine, I just thought you should know--
you, I love, from your nose to your biggest big toe.Though I whine and I screech and I squeal in your ear
until you're convinced I'm a pain in the rear,
I'm so happy to know that you won't go away,
you're my mom, I love you, have a wonderful day.
The Good, The Bad, and the Monkey
My wife has become envious of my new blog, so she has decided she will be starting her own blog about her and Baby J. If you're interested in, please check out http://www.mommyslittlemonkey.net.
