My New Favorite Quote:

"All can walk where Jesus walked when, with His words on our lips, His spirit in our hearts, and His teachings in our lives, we journey through mortality. I would hope that we would walk as he walked with confidence in the future, with an abiding faith in His Father, and with a genuine love for others." President Thomas S. Monson

Thursday, March 31, 2011

Repost

My sisters are reposting one of their favorite posts from their blog. Here is mine. This was written on Dec. 10, 2007 when I first started blogging and I was all sorts of excited to be blogging. My sisters were all blogging then and we were all having a blast keeping up with each other and laughing so hard at fun memories. I wish they would all start blogging again. Ladies? I'm the only one that keeps one up anymore, even if I'm starting to slack off, too.
This was back when the twins were babies and sleep was hard to come by. Hum, that hasn't changed. Ammon was barely 3, Sam barely 2 and Cory was out of town.
Enjoy!

A Few Nights Before Christmas

Twas a few nights before Christmas and all through the house
Just one creature was stirring
Still clicking her mouse
Each click and each word are typed with great care
In hopes that each blogger will read and then share
This mom should be sleeping all snug in her bed
But visions of fun blogs still danced in her head
She was not in her 'kercheif, and not in her cap
she's near to settle for her long(make it short) winter's nap
When off in a crib there arose such a clatter
she jumped to her feet to see what was the matter
Away to the bedroom she flew to her babies
Threw off the covers in hopes that just maybe. . .
Oh where is that bottle? Where is that binky?
Why are you screaming? Please go back to sleep Ziki
When who before her sleepy eyes should appear,
First one little darling, then one more little dear
Each wanting some water, each hoping for Mom
She knew in that moment that sleep would not (soon) come
So she marched to her bedroom with two toddlers they came
And she cried, and she shouted, and called them by name;
Up Ammon, up Ziki, and up Sammaroo
Up Mommy, up Benni, and heck why not Chance (the dog), too
To the top, to the top, to the top of my bed
Watch out for his fingers, don't lay on his head
We're all wide awake and Ziki is screaming
There is just no hope of anyone dreaming
I'll end this poem here, it's too long am I right?
So a Merry Christmas to all and to all a good (better than I had) night

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HuckFinnsMom said...

How cute! How did I miss that one? You have quite a talent! I'll bet you still haven't caught up on your sleep since you posted this...