Boys In My House
There are boys in my house - and Spiderman shoes
And 200 blankies in various blues.
There's Bob (he's a builder) and Thomas the Train,
There's a fireman coat to wear in the rain.
They have trucks on their shirts and frogs on their hats;
There's a glove and a ball and a red plastic bat.
There's dirt on their faces and smudges on their nose;
Grass stains on knees and sand between toes.
There's bathtime at night with bodies to scrub,
And when we're all done there is dirt in the tub!
There's bandaids and bruises and curious bumps,
There's smiles and laughter and sometimes there's grumps.
There's odors so stinky; there's boogers so green
There's more yucky things than I'll ever get clean.
There's piles of laundry, there's stories at night;
There's bedtime and bathtime and dinnertime fights.
There's cars and there's planes and there's books about trucks
There's Scoop, Lofty, Dizzy, and Travis, and Muck.
Sometimes there are bugs, and sometimes there are frogs;
Sometimes they pretend to be lions or dogs.
There are cute little vests and darling neckties
Dragged right through the mud - oh what a surprise!
There's running and climbing and jumping and falling
And laughing and crying and hugging and brawling
And rolling and losing and finding and creeping
And whining and stealing and sometimes there's sleeping.
There's tantrums and time-outs and extra loud noise -
There's love in my house shaped like two little boys.
Some days I'm overworked and overwhelmed. . .but mostly I'm blessed.
And 200 blankies in various blues.
There's Bob (he's a builder) and Thomas the Train,
There's a fireman coat to wear in the rain.
They have trucks on their shirts and frogs on their hats;
There's a glove and a ball and a red plastic bat.
There's dirt on their faces and smudges on their nose;
Grass stains on knees and sand between toes.
There's bathtime at night with bodies to scrub,
And when we're all done there is dirt in the tub!
There's bandaids and bruises and curious bumps,
There's smiles and laughter and sometimes there's grumps.
There's odors so stinky; there's boogers so green
There's more yucky things than I'll ever get clean.
There's piles of laundry, there's stories at night;
There's bedtime and bathtime and dinnertime fights.
There's cars and there's planes and there's books about trucks
There's Scoop, Lofty, Dizzy, and Travis, and Muck.
Sometimes there are bugs, and sometimes there are frogs;
Sometimes they pretend to be lions or dogs.
There are cute little vests and darling neckties
Dragged right through the mud - oh what a surprise!
There's running and climbing and jumping and falling
And laughing and crying and hugging and brawling
And rolling and losing and finding and creeping
And whining and stealing and sometimes there's sleeping.
There's tantrums and time-outs and extra loud noise -
There's love in my house shaped like two little boys.
And I thank God for reminding me of that. :)
