Sleep

Sleep

Sleep, oh how I miss thee

Let me count the ways

Sleep, your waning quality is poorly timed

For 'tis the season to toilet train

When you left

You took the great virtue

Patience

Sleep, why did you confiscate my 

Sense of humor too?

Taking everything literally is

Problematic for my marriage

Sleep, I received your replacement

Hormonal Surges

I'd rather you return

Being near tears for no apparent reason

For hours on end

Is

Not

My idea of a good time

Sleep, your absence has been noted 

By

My 

Two year old

"Tired mommy?"

Sleep, your recommendation for

An earlier bed time has been noted

What about my application sent to the 

Uninterrupted department?

Sleep, I understand that these

Multiple wakings in the night

Are part of God's preparation for the

Coming baby

Please know that you are

Dearly

Missed

Sleep, even if you can't stay long

A visit now and then

Would be

Much

Appreciated

Sleep, I remember when you

Took a vacation about two years ago

Your replacement

Near Delusional

Was not

Welcome

My application to the uninterrupted department

Wasn't granted for

Over

A
Year

Please don't take such a long vacation

When baby sister arrives

*** I wrote this poem last week after several days of little sleep.  I figured writing a funny poem was better than lashing out at Kyle and Eliana.

Get Pumped

Do you ever hear a song and it just sets you off and gets you in the mood to get er dun? That feeling of being pumped is a great, energizing feeling. I get that feeling sometimes when I read theology and I just have to jump and move and bask in the wonderfulness of God.

For example, I am reading a chapter in Daniel L. Akin's book A Theology for the Church titled The Doctrines of Christ, in which he discusses The Person of Christ. He is breaking down a "Christology from Above" referencing John 1. Here is a poem that he shares with the reader.

Light looked down and beheld darkness,
thither will I go said Light.
Life looked down and beheld death,
thither will I go said Life.
Love looked down and beheld dispair,
thither will I go said Love.
So came Light and shone truth,
So came Life and conquered death,
So came Love and gave hope.
"And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us."
     - Author Unknown

Please go read it for yourself in John 1:1-18.

In the words of Pastor Larry Wood, "If that doesn't get your fire going, then your wood is wet!"

A Missing Shoe

A Missing Shoe
(Inspired by Mr. William Carlos Williams)


So much depends upon a missing shoe
and a bare foot spotted while entering the car
which lead to a return trip to the store
for an exploration of the floor


The shoe, size two, belongs to
a tiny girl
who
couldn't tell me when she lost her shoe
or where to find it


The tiny shoe
trimmed in white
with a matching flower
and a yellow center
was rejoiced over 
by a mom and two clerks
when found simply waiting for her tiny owner to miss her
as it sat patiently on the grocery cart


On the way home
just down the street a little ways
the blaring siren of a fire truck as it u-turned in front of us
and two police cars on either side of the street
plus an ambulance
cautioned us to slow down between an accident with 
one car on smashed on one side of the street
and another car smashed on the other side of the street


It lead me to wonder
had the shoe not gone missing
would
our
day
have 
been
different?

Early Morning Surprise

 Early Morning Surprise

(Inspired by Mr. William Carlos Williams)

by Tasha Guess

So much depends upon

an early morning feed

and an unpleasant smell

found on my baby's head

Have you ever read Love that Dog or Hate that Cat by Sharon Creech?  If you haven't, YOU SHOULD!!!  I've been thinking in poems for days.  I read each book in about two days.  I started rereading Hate that Cat to Eliana yesterday when we were outside enjoying the beautiful weather.  She loves poetry!

Let me share with you the first few poems of Love that Dog:

             JACK

Room 105 - Miss Stretchberry

           September 13

          I don't want to

          because boys 

          don't write poetry.

          Girls do.

             September 21

           I tried.

          Can't do it

          Brain's empty.

               September 27

          

          I don't understand

          the poem about

          the red wheelbarrow

          and the white chickens

          and why so much 

          depends upon 

          them.

          If that is a poem

          about the red wheelbarrow

          and the white chickens

          then any words

          can be a poem.

         You've just got to

          make 

          short 

          lines.

So, back to my poem.  I'm guessing you might be wondering why so much depends upon an unpleasant smell found on Eliana's head.  It wasn't just an unpleasant smell, there was something crusty on her head and cheek.    After feeding her at 5:30 am, I brought her back to her crib to continue sleeping for a few hours.  After laying her down, I noticed a drying puddle of something that used to be in her belly at the head of her bed.  It was hard to tell how much of a puddle was there since we only have a night light on in her room.  I decided to wake Kyle up.  My plan was to carry the still sleepy Eliana in my arms out to the couch so that he could change the sheet.  I was hoping to be able to lay her back down to sleep for a little while, and I knew that if I changed the sheet she'd wake all the way up.  

Although a little started by being woken up, Kyle was willing to go with my plan.  I scooped up Eliana up and headed for the couch.  Kyle was half way done pulling off the sheet when Eliana gushed all of the milk she had just taken in.  Sometimes I wondered if Eliana was getting more milk now that she is older.  I nurse her, so I don't know exactly how much she takes in.  I know that I drink TONS of water all of the time and eat healthy to keep up the milk supply.  Well, after this morning's fountain of milk covering so much of me, I can say for certain that she is taking in a whole lot more than she did a few months ago.

After loudly calling Kyle, "Kyle, I need you NOW!"  We sprang into action.  Kyle bathed Eliana.  I pulled the slip cover off the couch, got a load of laundry going, and showered.  

It is a few minutes after 8am with one load of laundry drying, another in the washer, plants having been watered, photos taken of coming poppies, breakfast enjoyed (by me, not Eliana), a baby sleeping since 7am, Bible study lesson completed, and Kyle off to work.