To my sweet nephew Peyton,

You, my sweet boy are now coming due.
Your mommy is ready and daddy is too.

You are such a miracle from the very start,
we all pray for the day you give Jesus your heart.

Peyton, we are already so in love.
In this crazy family, you'll fit like a glove.

You've stolen the show like it's the arts,
and by the way, your mother has been blaming YOU when she farts!

Will you inherit this? Only time shows;
but one thing is certain, you've got her Michael Jackson nose.

To me you will always be my adorable little Peyton Bear.
You are living proof that what happens in Vegas doesn't always stay there!

Love,
Auntie Lis

A baby shower poem

In honor of Dr. Seus' birthday, I shall make another blog posting.
Here's one I wrote sitting at a baby shower. I was supposed to write something nice to the mother, but since I am not one myself, I didn't feel like I had much to offer besides my twisted sense of humor. I omitted their names just in case they might be embarrassed. :)

(Hubby's Name) and (Wifey's Name) fell in love,
then they were given a gift from above.

They have loved (child #1) the way parents do,
only (hubby) makes (wifey) change her when she smells like poo.
(He'll probably do the same with baby #2.)

So (wifey) this baby you are about to deliver,
and there is no doubt she will be so stinkin' cute,
but while you are pushing, be sure to say "excuse me" if you toot.