Blake's three year old poem:
Three years old, well – that’s amazing!
This little Blake-man that we are raising
Is now three years old, and such a great little guy
Full of smiles and laughter
And I have to wonder why
Why am I so blessed? I certainly don’t deserve
This little bundle of energy and verve
I love you so, little fellah
You are so, so cool
And so easy too – what terrible twos?
They didn’t happen – instead they were terrific
For most two-year-olds the favorite words are
“No”, “No”, and “No”
Your’s were quite different – and noticeably so
Your favorite words were “yeah” and “o-tay”
Now what great words for a two year old to say!
Well, now you are three – and – didja notice?
It’s been a month since your party
I’m a little late with this poem – I’m sorry to be tardy
It’s not because I don’t think you’re great
You are tops in my book! Why do I hesitate
to finish this poem? Procrastination must be my main trait
I was such a dope to be so late!
You’re sitting in my lap as I write these lines
I want you to know that I love these times!
Always on the move, you’ve hopped down now
And you have embarked
On a little adventure
To locate your “dup” – it had some milk in it to be sure
And you won’t rest till it’s safe and secure
And now you are back - a “biper” to change
Well, a change and a wiper can sure be arranged
Hey! You pulled the diaper off by yourself –
pretty cool but no fair!
You really should leave it where it goes – right there
Covering your little boy derriere
After some negotiation we have decided that you
should throw your used dipe in the “tash”
Which you go off to do…
And upon your return I’ll set you up
With a fresh pamper, and perhaps I’ll freshen your dup
With a hug and a pat for my little blake
Well! Now you’re back so I’ll take a short break
To get some of your beloved milk – good nutrition
As I take a hiatus from this little composition
It’s time to corral my speedy little rover
C’mon Blakey-boy, I’ll flip ya over
I’ve become somewhat of a pro at this game
Seen one baby butt – they all start to look the same
And I must admit I won’t miss changing diapers
(Hey! This one’s got lovable, furry Grover on the front
– how cool!
And – I believe that I would be a reckless fool
To not take note of a very important fact
– I cannot lie
Mommy has changed millions more than I)
As I was saying, I will not miss diapers
But I will miss this age – it’s a special one
Full of giggles and fun for my youngest son
You’ve gone off to look for “Goodnight Gorilla”
And we’ll read it in a bit – perhaps that will still ya
And get you prepared for a night of good sleep
And sweet dreams – though it seems
That you’ve not been read to as much as the others
It’s tough to be fourth! I’ll bet it seems like
You always have to wait behind your sisters and brother
But you handle it well - What? Can’t locate the book?
Well I’ll take another sabbatical away from this poem
And we’ll have us an excursion to look for that tome
Then we’ll read, and we’ll tickle, and you’ll talk for awhile
And I’ll understand a bit of what you say
But what the hey! It makes me smile
Because whatever you say you’re so cute in saying it
And I think – if I can ever find a prayer to adequately thank God
for you, I’d better be praying it!
I love you Blake – I love to watch you grow
To see you becoming a boy –
Throwing a ball, running to and fro
Laughing loudly, praying softly
Giving mommy a hug and a kiss
Or getting rough and rowdy with Buddy your buddy
(He’s your good friend, though he acts rather nutty)
Watching a cool movie on the “TeeBee”
Can be a big treat – since around here it is rare
Not a TV to be found! That must seem no fair
I love to see you so excited to be going to your church class
To play with “Daleb”, your bestest friend
You’re the two musketeers, friends to the end!
Or to see you hanging with Andrew, listening to a tune
(Though he forgets sometimes that you guys share a room)
Playing and singing and just being
the wonderful you God has made
Not one of these days would I ever trade
Yes, I am so proud of you, for all of your ways
And my prayer is that through all your fun-filled days
God will keep you, protect you,
And hold you close to His side
And with His strong hand to be your Guide
That you will learn to know Him and love Him
And in Him abide!
So – we’re trusting our Lord to show us the way
To be good parents to our Blake-man day after day
We love you so much, little guy – you’re the best!
With you around we are happy and blessed
Happy birthday, little friend, (though a month late, it’s true!)
Happy Birthday dear Blake-man
We sure do love you!
January 15, 2001