Under the Tree

Piles
And piles
Of presents
Yay yay!

11:58 in NaBloPoMo

Quick
Quick
No time
Bye!

Present Prep

So many presents
On the bed
And on the floor
To wrap and mail
And still there's more
To finish still
I wonder will
We ever be ready for
Christmas?

Turkey, Turkey

Turkey, turkey
Not beef jerky
Not so smirky
Now you're cooked
Turkey, turkey
No more lurky
In the woods
For now you're cooked
Turkey, turkey
On the platter
What's the matter?
Now you're cooked
Turkey, turkey
In my tummy
Oh so yummy
Like you looked

Meh

Poem, poem
I don't know 'em
So I will just
Say goodnight

Produce Potential

Got no pies for a pumpkin
Got no apples for a tree
Got no cobblers for a berry
But I've sure got a lot that could be

Pandora

Pandora is
A music site
You can listen to music
All day and all night
You type in a genre
And listen along
You can click "thumbs up"
To your favorite songs
When you click "thumbs down"
It skips it forever
Good riddance to dumb songs,
Bad beats, and whatever
It takes note of your preference
Music old or brand new
And if you like both
There's a station for you
It's radio anytime
Minus audio ads
With a website like this
Could there be any bad?
Alas, I must warn you
Unfortunately
It's forty hours per month
To have more is not free

(Note: If you'd like to listen to Pandora, click here. Enjoy!)

In Limbo

It's that time of year
When stockings
And pumpkins
Are out
When there's a paper chain
A handmade Advent calendar
And a turkey door hanger
A fall wreath
And a scarecrow
And some holly berries
Happy holidays
Halloween
Thanksgiving
Christmas
Just to name a few

The Laptop is Attatched to My Lap

I am a computer hog
Bloggy bloggy bloggy blog
Looking, reading all the day
Checking e-mail
Yay yay yay!
When Bryan wants to write a post
That's when I am so bored the most

A Joke Only Bryan Will Get

Baby so tired
Sleepy
Goodnight

Thinking

Thinking of the prompt for writing
Thinking of the gifts I've made
Thinking of the gifts I've given
Thinking of something to rhyme with made
Thinking of something to think of
Thinking of something to write
Thinking of some way to end this lame poem
So I can stop writing tonight

Olivia's Stocking

Pretty stocking
Stitched with patience
Stitched with loving thoughts of you
Stitched with time spent dreaming of you
Stitched with hope for all you'll do
Stitched to fill your heart's desire
Stitched to bring you childhood joys
Stitched to fill with fruit and candy
Stitched to fill, of course, with toys
Stitched for you
Sweet daughter dear
Stitched for Christmases far and near

Nothing to Write

Meh
Heh
Bleh
Sigh
Blah

Days Fill Up

Not enough time in the day
To do all I want to do
Or say all I want to say
Projects sit unfinished
Thoughts stay in my mind
Unwritten
Waiting for another day
When I'll have time
Sometimes that day comes
And sometimes it passes
Filled with other things
We'll see what tomorrow brings

Chickpeas By Any Other Name

Garbanzo
Garbanzo
I am not so fond so
Of you in my cookies
You make them taste dry
Garbanzo
Garbanzo
You do not belong so
Sneak into my cookies again?
Just don't try

Scarecrow

There is a scarecrow
In the corner
Sitting on a peg
Triangle nose
Paint for eyes
Someone crossed his legs
In his eye there is a twinkle
But it kind of looks
Like he has to tinkle

I Think They Do It On Purpose

Babies sleep
Just long enough for you to think
"I am so good at getting babies to sleep"
"It's so nice that my baby takes naps now"
"Now I will start that big project that requires all my attention"
Then that baby wakes up
Just in time
To humble you
Change your mind
And require all your attention
It is only once you've given up
And started a movie
With your baby asleep in your lap
Or in the bouncer
Which you must not stop bouncing
That your baby will sleep soundly
For hours

Dinner On the Couch

Piles, piles everywhere
And not a spot to eat

T.G.I.F.ood Processor

Beets
...Pureed
Pineapple
...Pureed
Sweet potatoes
...Pureed
Carrots
...Pureed
Cauliflower
...Pureed
Spinach
...Pureed
One fourth cup portions
In baggies
In bigger baggies
In the freezer
In hopes of being
Just a little healthier

by Katie AND BRYAN Lewis

Cracklin'

Hungry, hungry
What to eat?
Cracklin' Oat Bran
What a treat
Are you dog food?
I hope not
'Cause you really
Hit the spot
Yummy, yummy
To my tongue
I'll be sorry
When you're gone

Bright Eyes

Wobbly head
Looking around
Trying to stay up straight
Bright eyes
Trying to focus on
Faces
Colors
And a teething ring hanging from the sky
Already
You are growing up so fast

Screaming 'Till One O'Clock In the Morning

Woke up
Tired
Ate breakfast
Tired
Spent the morning at home
Tired
Went to church
Tired
Ate dinner
Tired
Played a game
Tired
Hopefully soon I'll go to bed
Tired
And wake up
For reals

Sounds of A Two Month Old

Baby coos and gurgles
Oh so sweet to me
It's just the screechy weechies
That make me want to
Plug my ears

In A Hurry

NaBloPoMo?
NoProBleMo.

What Not

Thinking of what not to write
So many things come to mind
But when I think of what to write
There's nothing of the kind

Five to Six Months

High chair hiding
In the closet
Soon we'll dust it off
And wash it
Soon the baby
Will eat real food
And I will not be
Tied down to
The sofa

Deli Ham

Deli ham
Deli ham
You taste so much better
Than ham from a can
Or ham in a bag
That claims to be deli
But always just ends up
Soggy and smelly
When I buy you
The deli girl struts
To the big deli slicer
And hands me a cut
She asks about the thickness
I tell her that it's fine
She sticks you with a barcode
And you're mine, mine, mine
I pay for you with money
I bring you home to eat
Pair you up with cheeses
Oh, what a yummy treat
You'll fill up all the 'wiches
You'll make a special snack
And when you are all eaten
To the deli I'll be back

Visits

Coming
Going
Sharing
Showing
Laughing
Talking
Waiting
Walking
Sitting
Eating
Friendly
Meeting
Driving
Driving
Hugs
Goodbyeing
Going
Going
Going
Gone

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