Written on February 6, 2012 at 3:55 am by Elizabeth

I’m up at dawn, before my brood.
A cup of coffee helps my mood.
A quick peek at my Facebook page,
Then Baby’s cry starts my day.
I take the stairs, two by two.
Please don’t wake Big Sister who,
Will surely cry and whine at me.
I take the stairs, three by three.
Before the diaper change is done,
Out from her room, comes Number One.
Since Daddy Dear is still in bed,
I plop the baby on Daddy’s head.
Some warm milk and some cartoons,
And Big Sister will be happy too.
So back up the stairs I go,
Baby needs to nurse, I know.
One arm holds Baby as she eats,
The other arm strips the sheets.
While Daddy showers (by himself)
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