Why does my daughter eat baby wipes?
Why does she suck the remote?
Why does she sing to her fist in the night?
How does she get out of her coat?
Why does she give me a giant-turd-gift each morning?
Why does she wake up at 4?
Why does she crawl like her limbs have no joints?
Why does she face-plant the floor?
Why can’t she decide whether she’s laughing or crying?
Why does she find her feet funny?
Doesn’t she know I spent so much money?
…why does she still choose the digger?
Why does she throw-up on outfits I love?
Why does she eat suds in the bath?
Why does she destroy every room she enters?
How does she do it so fast?
Why does she do all these things she know test me?
Why, even when some make me blubber?
Why do I love her despite pee, poo and puke?
Because she is my WallyBubba.
#goesandthrowsup
#swigsGINdirectlyfrombottle
Love it 🙂
lol – thanks :))) x
Made me chuckle! 😀 perfectly sums up the magic and mystery of motherhood! lol xx
lol – yes, one big contradiction after another! 😉 x
Haha love it x
Thanks – nothing like a lil poem on a Sunday evening 😉 xxx
Brilliant! You need a book deal!
Lol – how sweet 😉 u can go on my Xmas card list. :)))) x
I adore this!
Oh thanks :))) x
That is such a cute poem 🙂 Love Yodelling Mum xxx
thank you :)))) x
Such a cute poem! Makes me remember when my kids were tiny adorable babies who caused mayhem wherever they went!
Ahhh – mine is still pretty tiny but adorable might be a stretch – JOKE! 🙂 xxx thanks for reading xxx
Brilliant and sounds just like Dylan! x
:))))) x
Fantastic!
Your blog always makes me smile xx
well thanks 🙂 it makes me smile too xxx