Helping the Babies With Their Underpants

Before Tau gets too big and starts singing tunes that actually make sense, I have to tell you about the nonsense songs. Made up by sticking together bits from songs that he hears once or twice and then more or less forgets.

“Underpants, underpants, under-PANTS!
We’re on our way to help the little babies
with their underpants …”

I think this one comes from the theme to a show called Wonder Pets, which goes like so:

“Wonder Pets! Wonder Pets!
We’re on our way.
To help a friend,
And save the day …”

Underpants. Yes. We sing the underpants song most mornings.

Rest In Peace

Sylvia Hayden-Thomas

Born 26 June, 1916

Left us with great love in our hearts
and many happy memories
18 January, 2009

Here is a little poem I wrote many years ago, after visting with Gran.

Warm and Still

We were finally alone, my Gran and I,
and I made her come out into the garden with me.
I was glad that I had for it was warm and still
and we sat drinkng large mugs of tea.

She was small and round in the old wicker chair,
and I lay to her right in the long summer grass.
She told me anything I wanted to know –
laughing and squinting into the sun.

The ants crawling over our fingers, we talked,
blind to the creepers growing up around us,
weaving into our past and our present,
for we knew that tomorrow would pull us apart.

When the sun at last dipped down the back of the house
and the grass turned cool and damp, we rose
and gathered ourselves drowsy from sun,
and hand-tight-in-hand, entered the house.

Help at the Office

This morning, after a long discussion about what my work was called, where it was located and the fact that he had visited and seen my desk, computer and photos of himself on my cube walls:

“Can I come to work wif you, Mommy?”

“Hmn. I’d love that but you need to go to school.”

After some thought. “I can help you, Mommy … I can help you do the mouse.”