Why does my daughter eat baby wipes?
Why does she suck the remote?
Why does she sing to her fist in the night?
How does she get out of her coat?
Why does she give me a giant-turd-gift each morning?
Why does she wake up at 4?
Why does she crawl like her limbs have no joints?
Why does she face-plant the floor?
Why can’t she decide whether she’s laughing or crying?
Why does she find her feet funny?
Doesn’t she know I spent so much money?
…why does she still choose the digger?
Why does she throw-up on outfits I love?
Why does she eat suds in the bath?
Why does she destroy every room she enters?
How does she do it so fast?
Why does she do all these things she know test me?
Why, even when some make me blubber?
Why do I love her despite pee, poo and puke?
Because she is my WallyBubba.
Love it 🙂Reply
lol – thanks :))) xReply
Made me chuckle! 😀 perfectly sums up the magic and mystery of motherhood! lol xxReply
lol – yes, one big contradiction after another! 😉 xReply
Haha love it xReply
Thanks – nothing like a lil poem on a Sunday evening 😉 xxxReply
Brilliant! You need a book deal!Reply
Lol – how sweet 😉 u can go on my Xmas card list. :)))) xReply
I adore this!Reply
Oh thanks :))) xReply
That is such a cute poem 🙂 Love Yodelling Mum xxxReply
thank you :)))) xReply
Such a cute poem! Makes me remember when my kids were tiny adorable babies who caused mayhem wherever they went!Reply
Ahhh – mine is still pretty tiny but adorable might be a stretch – JOKE! 🙂 xxx thanks for reading xxxReply
Brilliant and sounds just like Dylan! xReply
Your blog always makes me smile xx
well thanks 🙂 it makes me smile too xxxReply