This is my favorite work from my Daddy. Mommy laughs out loud when reading it too!
Why the story? It has become 'tradition' on my Mommy's side of the family to write a story every Christmas about something that has happened to you during the year or years past. My Grandma keeps track (or supposed to) of the stories so when my cousin and I grow up we will have all of these neat stories to reflect on. Since I can't write yet, my Daddy took the honors and came up with a real clever poem for me. I helped with what I could.....Enjoy!
Brinnon from the Beginnin’
This is my first Christmas and storytime letter
So this tradition is a given, I don’t know any better
Since stories come from history and my time’s been quite limited
I give a brief synopsis of this life I’ve been gifted
You would think I would say it started with a bright light or a spark
But, from what I recall everything was blurry and dark
Of course I was screaming, it was cold with masked strangers
Here I thought spicy foods were the worst of life’s dangers
This wild new environment made my mood quite surly
Though I was told I was late, I’m sure I came early
It was loud, it was crisp I had to see, hear, learn breathing
That was all before I heard this term called feeding
It was really quite easy being fed from a tube
Now my day is spent hunting and pecking for mom’s boob
(So when dad watches the boob tube I don’t quite get it technically,
But then I’m pretty new, it will come to me eventually.)
Back to the timeline as the learning curve curved
I was held by my mom as her tired “love you’s” slurred
On to recovery for both of us I guess
Mom with her tummy and me with birth’s stress
As a family we ventured home where it was about 1,000 degrees
Even as a baby I knew there shouldn’t sweat behind your knees
Sleep, eat, poop, sleep was the M.O. for a few weeks
Then all of a sudden I started showing sneak peaks…
Of who I was now and was going to be
I started smiling then laughing and started to see.
The sleep, eat, poop, sleep was still the routine
But there were cute looks and maybe a scream in between.
The people that came they act like they knew me
And their voices are somewhat familiar but less soupy
But I take them in stride and give them a smile
Thats usually all it takes, then they hold me a while.
It’s a slippery slope once you start sqwaking and bawking
I learned mom and dad really responded to this talking
Whether good or bad when I have something to mention
When I holler Mom and dad jump to attention
This is a good system I like how it’s efficient
If it continued for 30 years that should be sufficient
What else, let’s see oh yeah my feet!
My socks are the coolest so are my toes underneath
I grab them and eat them and stand on them with aid
Eventually I’ll move to work off the chunky thighs mom made
My plan is to roll then maybe start rocking
Next thing you know I’ll be crawling then walking..
Then running, then jumping then driving my own car
Dad you better start saving it’s really not that far
It really goes fast 5 months have already past
I don’t know about you but I’ve had a blast
I hope it only gets better and gets even cooler
I hope to grow teeth soon so I’m less of a drooler
I’ll try to be an angel and if not to be forgiven
love to my family
yours truly, grinnin’ Brinnon
Sun Setting on a Sauguro Cactus
Maya hitching a ride from daddy Rod
...what a view behind us!
Maya and Anhel would play in the mud for hours, check out that hole to the right!
My big cousins, Anhel (frog) and Maya (elephant)
Me and Moms hiking up the Creek
Foot Freedom!!!! Plus, if you look close you will see my first battle scars. Mom walked too close to a cactus and it sratched me three times. Trust me, I let my mom know!!! WAAAAA!
