the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Saturday, November 29, 2008


Today must be his
One of the rowdiest kids
His voice knows nothing but loud
Baby laughs with baby farts
Would melt your warm heart
He makes his dear parents proud
Apple juice traces
And Velcro for laces
On the smallest pair of shoes
It's November 28th
My brother's birthday
Here come the terrible twos...

1 comment:

regina said...

aw that's really cute!
and don't worry, from experience, two isn't that bad.