The Monkey Barrel

Archive for October, 2009

Doodleydoo I ponder anew
The things I should log in
And share with you
But the brain is daft
And the canvas is empty
And words run scarce
Where once there were plenty
The children are awesome
And steadily growing
And daily amuse me
When their wits start a-showing
They frustrate and confound me
In quite equal measure
And some days so much
I lose sight of their pleasure
The baby is chewing
A lamp cord for snack
And my cute little dirge
I’ll fold up and pack
Check in for a spell
Every now and again
I just may surprise
With quips from my pen

Last night whilst making the evenings repast, a horrific sound bounded and thudded down the stairs. Dropping everything in my hands I careen into the front hall certain I will find a bloody massacre. Instead I find Luke at the middle of the stairs chasing his pumpkin from his field trip. Heaving a sigh of relief and biting off the shriek mid breath, I ask if he’s okay and he looks at me like I am the stooooopidest parent on the earth and says, “yeah”. Later that evening Gramma asks Luke why he threw the pumpkin and Luke shrugs and replies matter of factly (and with a bit of incredulity), “It was the fastest way to get it downstairs.” He shall be source of all hairs white upon my head.