Haley at One
Haley Moore
Is my name.
Acting like a big kid
Is my game.
Play with girls
Or play with boys
Play with Stephie’s big-girl toys.
Baby toys are not for me
I may be one, but I think I’m three!
At my jokes
I laugh out loud.
My sense of humor makes me proud.
Daddy horsey rides
Make me giggle.
Change my pants and watch me wiggle.
It’s very funny to get undressed
But dropping my sippy cup is the best.
Big girl now,
Standing on my feet!
I’m a little wild but I’m so sweet!
In my walker.
Fly from room to room.
Back up fast then away I zoom.
Run really fast then lift my feet,
Bump into things, which is really neat.
I am happy
As can be
Crying is just not for me.
Smile all the time,
Hardly ever frown.
Coordinated baby, I don’t fall down.
I have control. I’m steady on my feet.
I let myself down back on my seat.
Things I see
Get a little taste.
Not to try them seems a waste.
Into the mouth
All things worth a try,
Rules about what’s edible do not apply.
Feed myself the foods I eat
Vegetables and fruits, but very little meat.
Mommy comes home
I crawl so fast,
Happy to see her home at last.
So excited
I kick my feet.
Daddy comes home, my day’s complete.
I have learned to wave bye-bye
I give hugs so sweet they will make you cry.
I will play
While in my bed,
Just don’t make me rest my head.
Training Mommy
To not sleep.
Come feed me or I start to weep.
I’m turning one, but try as I might
I just can’t seem to sleep though the night.
Nothing too far,
For my gadget arm,
Mommy and Daddy keep me from harm.
Try to grab
Everything I see.
Things beyond my reach, no challenge for me.
Rambo’s, my nickname. The fun has just begun
Now that I am turning one.
Great poem Julie! I love that you referenced the "gadget arm" and her Rambo-ness. Very cute.
ReplyDeleteIn Appreciation, Mimi