Milo poem

Hello Smiley Miley

(A name so very fitting)

For my funny, gorgeous little boy

(Who is forever dribbling!)

Still only 7 teeth 

Make up your funky little grin

A big gap between the front two

(You could fit some money in)

Big eyes full of twinkling mischief

Turn to half moons when you laugh

Giving cheeky, cheesy smiles

For some funny photographs

Already you're a joker

With a humour like your brother

You bite me (Hard) then laugh...

(Cheeky little buggar!)

You two already play together , 

Rolling around on the floor

Dolly gets involved too

3 way tug of war...

Theo likes to ride you (like a horse)

No matter how many times I say no...

You don't seem to mind..

But he's to heavy for u to 'Go!'

You can now crawl at the speed of light

Round the furniture you walk

MUMMA, DADDA, BABBA 

Trying your best to talk

Nothing is safe from your reach

You grab everything you see

Table covers off

Pan handles, mugs of tea!

I hoover twice a day now,

Pick up every fluff (or screw!?)

If i've lost it, you have found it

Straight in your mouth to have a chew

Laptop wires are tasty

Holes are for putting fingers in

Cupboards are for opening and shutting

And exploring what's within

Bought so many toys for you to bite

So many things for you to play

But its empty bottles, packets and Baby Wipes! 

That really make your day!

The only way you'll be imprissoned

Is in the jumparoo

15 minutes of manic bouncing 

Like a baby kanagroo

The high chair now can't contain you 

Once fed out you climb

So many things to see and do

Sitting just wastes time

When your finally exhausted

You're danced around to sleep

Not yet in a cot

You are still snuggled up with me

A boob monster without question

Milk is your favourite tasty treat

however there is very little (apart from greens)

That you don't seem to eat! 

Such a Mummy's boy, (for now at least)

and I cherish every snuggle

Even the onse at 4am 

when tiredness is a struggle

For i know how quick this time goes

I wish I could press pause

So I could immerse in every moment

of this wonderous life of your's

A 10 month poem for you, Milo

I wrote one for your brother

And seemed only right 

That I should do another

To make note of all your little quirks

The funny things you do

I daren't forget these moments

And the things that make you, you.

With love Always 

x

Mumma

Silly poem to my baby. May I never forget this time x

A letter to my baby, 

you're only 10 months old

getting stronger everyday,

(and heavier to hold)

I felt I had to put this down,

In so short time, you've come so far, 

And I dare not forget a moment, 

of how wonderful you are.          

You now stand unaided,

'Testing' every door, 

Such a sense of accomplishment,

Pulling open every drawer.

Your mobility amazes me,

already learned to climb the stairs,

cruising around the living room, 

supported by the chairs.

Your energy is unstoppable,

Until the time you go to bed,

Exploring every inch of ground,

(I need eyes in the back of my head!)

So I  tidy and I hoover,

I think I've managed every chore,

and you still find every little fluff,

that lingers on the floor...

 I'm sure it isn't tasty

but determined, you'll still try, 

and like lightning crawl away from me,

a cheeky glint across your eye.

Everything is an adventure,

so many things brand new ,

Often I wish I could see things,

from your sweet unjaded view.

Your laugh, it is infectious,

It never fails to make me smile

your sense of humour (so developed)

for such a tiny little guy

You feel emotions deeply

clench your fists and shout, when mad.

I can't help but chuckle to myself,

you're such a funny little lad,

There's only one food, that you don't like,

Blue veined Stilton cheese,

everything else goes down a treat

(especially strawberries and ice cream) 

Your a showman, love the lime light,

do lots of actions with your arms, 

you flirt with all the ladies,

with your cutest baby charm.

You love to be praised for doing things,

and turn to me, for reaction, 

playing games and reading stories,

you love the interaction, 

As for TV it's Waybaloo

that currently has your vote

and Disney films with singing in

(as you chew on the remote)

I think Queen Elsa' is still a favourite,

With that song, 'Let it go'

For the millionth time I've heard her, 

watched her running in the snow.

Dolly fast becomes a faithful friend 

both playing tug of war, 

but you are still a bit too interested 

in her tail, ears and paws.

You babble away, your made up words

a language sweet divine, 

you say say 'Muma', 'Dada', 'Hiya' too

and 'Yea' all the time 

There's very little that you hate, 

but getting dressed is number one, 

in 2nd place, closely behind,

Is the changing of your bum

The bath, is a favourite place, 

with rubber ducks and bubbles 

followed by a towel rub, 

and lovely mummy snuggles

Now your bathed and changed, and in your bed 

but of course it won't last long

your not quite yet accustomed 

to sleeping on your own.

But for a couple of hours i'll watch you,

on the baby monitor screen, 

chest rising up and down,

drifting in and out of dreams.

And every now and then, 

I'll come upstairs to watch you breathe,

my most amazing creation,

my beloved masterpiece.