somersaulting for the gold
there is a blinking neon light
between my rib cage.
it hangs there,
buzzing it's florescent message
all night long:
THE BOUNCE HOUSE IS OFFICIALLY OPEN
it must be a private club.
when ten o’clock hits
my basketball belly
is the babe's personal
infant athletic arena.
8 comments:
They go from bouncing in you to bouncing on you. Welcome to my life.
I see a trampoline in your future.
Didn't you know, 10 o'clock is high time for floatin' around??? :)
So, so, so true. I hope baby boy lets you get some rest soon!
that is the most hilarious way i have ever heard that experience be described!
it's the best!
This is why you love your kids. Even though they don't remember it, you know you were literally their whole world for a while. And they had fun!
i love it.
LOL! That is So funny! I can't even imagine!
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