Emily's Haiku

Yes, I know. My baby is brilliant. Since she is asleep early (we had to skip her nap, and she practically left a baby-shaped dent in her crib mattress a half hour ago), I have some very rare time on my hands and have been thinking about the trip Diana and I are planning to Japan. I went and tracked down some haiku she'd written when she was four months old. Yes, she wrote this in the throes of the gastroesophageal reflux (GERD), which flavors the subject matter. However, I notice that a number of these poems are still appropriate today.

So, without further ado, I present Emily's first artistic endeavors:


You change my diaper.
Thus it is time. I must have
Another big poop

She finally sleeps.
Carefully, she's lowered down.
Boink! Eyes wide open

You think I'm sleeping
Finally you'll get a break.
Ha! Tricked you again!

What is this I see?
I can use it to grab things!
Hey! It is my hand.

Mom and Dad cuddle,
A special time for themselves
Time to wake up now

My eyes are droopy
I rub them. But you are wrong
I am not tired

Hours of bouncing
Mom breathes a sigh of relief
Argh! She power napped!

Have found something new!
Fuzzy, silky, crinkly, soft
Must put in my mouth

Something is attached
I can feel it and move it
Mom says it's my hand

I can make a fist!
Shout, "POWER TO THE BABIES!"
I just love this hand.

Dad is so hopeful.
Baby sleeps, he makes his move
Poor guy has not learned

They plot against me
Parents rock, bounce, shh, and nurse
I must resist sleep

So very yummy
Such fun to stick in my mouth!
I love my fingers

Slobber on your hand
Drooling on you shows my love
Let me chew your wrist

Vast conspiracy,
Fate of world hangs in balance.
Must not fall asleep