---FORGIVE ME! Perhaps a bit too much "Christmas spirit(s)?"---
T'was the week before Christmas and all through the house only Momma was stirring but not her little mice. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Grandma soon would be there.
The boys were nestled and snug in their beds while visions of formula and chewy P's danced in their heads. With Daddy in Portland and I with Bailey's Irish Cream (yum!) I had just settled down for a short little blog.
When down in the crib there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my computer to see what was the matter. Away to the nursery I flew like a flash, tore open the door and did a quick dash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow (ok, that was a few nights ago) gave luster of midday to objects below (no doubt! It looked like daylight!). When what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature Schulenburg, a boy with a tear.
With a little young sleeper so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be Bennett. More rapid than eagles his tears they came and he whimpered and shouted and tried to call me by name. Now feed me! Now change me! Now burp me and kiss me! On spit-up! On diapers! On pj's and wipers! To the top of the crib! To the top of the bottle! Now cuddle me! Cuddle me! Cuddle me all!
As dry diapers that before the wild blow-out fly, when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the diaper genie. So up to the housetop we flew, with a dry diaper and bottle too. And then in a twinkling, I heard on the couch, the giggling and cooing of each little kid.
As I drew in my head and was turning around, out of his room Luke came with a bound. He was dressed all in red, from his head to his footy pjs, and his clothes were all tarnished with toothpaste and spit. A bundle of books he had flung on the floor and he looked like a toddler just before he hits the sack.
His eyes how the twinkled, his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a wet dogs (sorry, not like a cherry tonight!). His brother's droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the formula drool on his chin was as white as snow.
The page of a book Luke held tight in his teeth, and the guilt it encircled his head like a wreath. He has a thin face and really no belly that shook when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
Bennett was chubby and plump, a right jolly young elf, and I laughed when i saw him, in spite of myself. A look in the eyes and a smile on his face soon gave me to know I have no autism case.
Luke spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and spun all the wheels, then turned with a jerk. And laying a finger inside his nose, and giving a smile, to his big boy bed he rose.
Bennett sprang his crib, to his brother gave a whistle, and away we all snuggled like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim as I turned out the light, Ma ma coo coo gooo ahhh and gooo ahhh a goo niii!!
