Wednesday, March 26, 2008


muddy footprints on the floor
dirty hand prints  on the door

loud giggles from down the hall
a masterpiece in crayon, on the wall

bikes and scooters in the yard
old playdough, stiff and hard

bugs and lizards in little cages
games and puzzles for all ages

clothes forgotten next to the hamper
fishing poles stuffed in the camper

being there to wipe a tear
little boys to love so dear




I was fat
imagine that
I ate food
when in the mood
I stuffed my face 
for goodness sakes
when I was bored
oh my lord
couldn't wait
 to fill my plate
It went from lips
straight to my hips
In front of eyes
right to my thighs
I said "yummy"
got a bigger tummy.

Now that I'm thinner
I feel like a winner
I fought that fat
Imagine that!
I wait for need
before I feed
I eat what's green,
whole, and lean!

Monday, March 24, 2008

Honey Nut Blunder

Don't cry over spilled cheerios,
especially when milk is lacking!
Just go and open the back door
and let the dogs start snacking!
They'll remove the evidence
of your honey nut blunder.
Why is the box almost empty?
Everyone will have to wonder.
I know about yourself you think,
"I always spill everything!"
But you are not the only one,
it's just a part of growing.
A great trait I've noticed, though,
is that you're always willing...
to grab a broom and dust pan
to clean your messes and spillings!

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Don't change my time!

Day light savings is to blame
of why our days are not the same
the kids are sleeping through their alarms
and falling asleep in their lucky charms
mom and dad can't drag out of bed
we face each morning with a feeling of dread
Why do we have to mess with the time?
There doesn't seem a reason or rhyme
I know they didn't ask any mothers
We certainly weren't given our druthers
So whoever made up this little rule
I think that you are quite a fool
Let's see you try with all your might
 you get them to sleep without a fight
and wake them before the sun does rise
see if you get them to open their eyes
We'll adjust as time goes by
until they change again...oh my! 

Saturday, March 15, 2008


I came to a realization today
One long past overdue.
Despite your efforts, you wont' change me
In return, I can't change you. 
Change needs to come from within
When we finally see the need
We must visualize who we want to be
Clutch that picture and believe.

Two Nights Before Christmas

Twas two nights before Christmas
when I sat down to type
realizing in Horror that it just struck midnight
The house is a disaster
the laundry not done
there are a million things to do
and I am but one.
time to get my hair cut
and finish the wrapping
don't forget the dishes,
uhg! I should be napping!
As I thought some more
I came to a revelation,
In three more days
we leave for VACATION!
That means more laundry and shopping,
planning and packing,
these are things I know I should be tackling!
But the hour is late,
and my body is tired
I'll save the coffee for later to get me wired.

A Terrible Night

I thought I should give you a glimpse of our week,
I won't tell you all, just give you a peek
I might warn you though, there are parts that may scare,
That is not my intention, nor my reason to share.
It started last week, when my dog barked at night
We woke up to find a terrible sight!
She was scratching and sniffing under our range,
Something, we thought, seemed a bit strange.
So we pulled out the stove to see what we would find
When lo and behold a RAT ran from behind!
We were screaming and hopping one might say,
and Holly just stood there as the rat got away.
It ran under the dishwasher and out of sight,
and that was our first, terrible night.

The next thing I tell you is not nearly as chilling,
I'll tell you about it if you are still willing.
It started again at night, with a storm,
OK, you're thinking, not out of norm.
We got up again in the middle of the night,
and had yet another terrible sight.
It was raining outside, but that's not all.
It was raining INSIDE, coming right through my wall!
The floor was flooded, the counter was too
Poor tired Todd didn't know what to do!
He began placing buckets under each pouring spout
All the time thinking, Do we need to move out?
First there are rats, and now there is this,
Let me think, is there anything I've missed?
( I couldn't tell him there were a few things more,
Owen wet OUR bed and the dog peed on the floor!)

Now that I've given you this quick little peek,
I am sure you know how we spent our week.
There was sopping and mopping, poison and trapping,
Long tired nights, and not enough napping.
The exterminator was called, and the insurance adjuster.
We have used up all the energy we can muster.
Thanks for listening to my sad little tale,
It is time now to go and dump out a pale.

My Grandfather

How do you measure the past 80 years?
The life of a man we all love
A life full of happiness, even through tears
A man with such honor, it's unheard of
A young husband first, with love in his eyes
Devoted to a woman of grace
After 58 years, it is no surprise
Devotion still lights up his face
As the years passed on, his family grew in love,
Trusting Gods plan for their life
They received seven blessings from above
Thus completing both husband and wife
Large families have their fair share of trials
But his faith he held onto fervently
Even when work separated him by miles
he followed Gods word unfailingly
A hard working man, devoted to life
A fisher and discipler of men
He lives the truth side by side with is wife
And he'll share it with others till the end
We come together to celebrate
and love him the best way we can
to let him know that we think he is great
and an awesome example of a man

A Mother's Thoughts

As I lay down this tired heap
I pray to God I'll get some sleep
The house is a wreck, but that's ok,
I'll just leave it for another day.
After teaching, playing, scolding and cooking,
my first thought is "will anyone be looking?"
I take one more peek through their bedroom door
then turn to go clean the poop off the floor.
One more thing to check off my list
Hearing my 3 year old say "oops, mom I missed!"
These days will be over before I know
And my three little boys will be ready to go
no more fights over doing their chores
no more little boys slamming their doors
no more picking up little dirty socks
or finding my washing machine full of rocks
I know the things that drive me crazy today
will make me laugh and smile someday
For boys will be boys, I must understand
and everyday won't go exactly as planned
There will be days that are great, and days just so-so
But I will cherish each one, until I have to let them go.