Daddy comes home, mummy nips to the gym, and Tara gets to have a bath, aaaahh! A bit of splish, a bit of splosh, a fair amount of soap, and shampoo, and our favourite bathtime toys, and from the waters emerges, a yummy scrummy clean baby Tara.
So off to bed we go, when mummy is back, right? Naaa... what do you do when it's friday night and you are your cleanest yummiest best? You PARTY!
So off we go. Venue: Bed. Guests: Tara, larger than life, mummy, daddy.
And we do the Tara dance. Brand new moves, got to show them off! (To be read as a rap)
We.... lie on our back and have a sip of boob, do a flippy dippy flop, stick out bum up in the air!
We... push back on our arms, and sit up on our own.
We... twist and turn and lean on our mum, now push some more and stretch your legs!
We... giggle, jiggle, laugh, and stand up on our own!
We... balance till we fall and proudly laugh out loud,
and when mummy puts us down we say no! no! We wriggle and we giggle, and
we... lie on our back...
Boogie to 2 1/2 hours past bed time.
And in the middle of the night when mummy opens her eyes to check on Tara, we sit (sit!) at the edge (edge!) of the bed and grin a big fat grin.
Can't sleep. High on own great new skills. Mummy? Can't sleep either. Got to make sure party girl Tara doesn't throw herself off the venue.
Paa-rtyyyy!
1 comment:
Someone's sure having fun, no? Are we going to see her (and her mommy and daddy) when September comes (*singing horribly out of tune*), I wonder? I sure hope so.
Love
Uli
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