Ode to Ollie

Blueberry eyes stare wonderingly
at tigerlilies, leaves, clouds
A reflection of the whole world
from a view only half a year old
Breezes ruffle silky blond hair
that has never been trimmed
Your new baby smell has not yet left
but its time is dwindling
Milky softness will give way to
stinky little boy feet

I can't keep you little
but I can cuddle you now
and remind myself that
these sleepless nights don't last forever
I will trade them for a bigger boy
but not just yet.

I know, I'm a slacker...

but there are so many fun things to do in the summer besides writing on my blog! Here's a cute photo of the little guy to hold you over dear readers, and I will come up with something to write about tomorrow.