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March 25, 2002

I'm here again, with lots to say
Cause always I am busy.
I spend my days with running
And in making mummy dizzy.

I forgot last week to tell you
That I like to jump and run,
And climb up in the chimney
And generally have fun.

I climbed up in the chimney
Just because it was right there
I found it very funny
To have soot all in my hair.

My mummy wasn't looking
She turned away and I,
Was in the fireplace... up I went
In the blinking of an eye.

I think it is my job, you see,
To keep them on their toes,
There's just so much to see and do
I'll try it all, who knows-

Just what I'll do tomorrow
But I will venture to say,
That whatever I may try to do
I'll do it all my way.

I'm very brave about some things,
And not about some others.
Like having pictures taken,
and other peoples' mothers.

I like my mum and daddy,
And I trust them very much
But let a stranger try to get
Me smiling and some such.

They took me down to Walmart
And expected me to smile,
While sitting on a table
With a backdrop all the while

Behind me and a strange man
Who just yelled and waggled toys
He didn't even know our names
- referred to us as 'boys'

I tell you what, I isn't,
The kind of boy at all
Who'll sit and grin and snigger
At a man who waves a ball.

I don't care how much money,
The pictures may have cost
I hate it and I felt as though
My dignity was lost.

Oh, alright then, I give in
The bubbles worked I guess,
He somehow got me smiling
When he made a bubbly mess.

I'm smiling in my pictures
But just look behind the grin,
You'll see my red nose and my eyes
Are red, so there, I win!!

I'm tired now, I'm teething
And it wakes me every night
Cause I'm getting four teeth all at once
I think that can't be right,

To make a boy go through all this
and cause him all this grief,
That stabbing pain and drooling
And all for just some teeth.

I don't think grown ups get it,
They just don't have a clue,
How hard it is to be this young
And all that we go through.

I HAVE to wake them up at night
And be with them in bed,
I HAVE to sleep all crooked
With my feet across dad's head.

I'm sometimes very frightened
When it's dark and quiet too,
I HAVE to stand up in my bed-
Yell 'dad' and 'mama' too.

They like it, I'm quite certain,
'cause I think they would get bored
If I slept all night and leave them
Feeling sad and all ignored.

My baby brother Isaac
And me have got it right
We make sure they don't feel unloved
Or lonely in the night.

We take in turns to wake them,
It hilarious to see
them stumbling and a wondering
Was it Isaac? was it me?

We sound the same they tell us,
In the middle of the night.
( I have to say that mummy
is by far a scarey sight)

So I'll be going off to bed now,
It's 8 o'clock and so
I'll get my drink and snuggly
And to my crib I'll go.

I love my crib, it's comfy,
And my blanket is my friend,
I'll cuddle in and go to sleep
So this bit is the END!!