For those of you that wonder where I get my sense of humor or writing ability, check out the comment my dad left on the previous post at Monday morning, 1:21 a.m.:
So mom in her kerchef and I in my cap,
had been settled in for a long summer's nap.
We'd been asleep but an hour or two,
when we heard Ashley standing beside us quite blue.
"I've been sick", she moaned, as my toes began curling,
and there in her room was the proof: she'd been hurling.
Everything she'd ever eaten was there in plain sight,
I knew right away it would be a long night.
Nonna did the scooping as I did the "re-sheeting",
and Ashley lay quite pale, plaintively bleating.
Now the laundry's almost done, and the hurler is better
the sheets are clean and the carpet's a bit wetter.
Although the temptation was keen to become deranged,
it's really nice to know that nothing has changed.
In the middle of the night children still need love,
and they'll always be the finest gift from Heaven above.
So thank you, S & T for entrusting them to us,
and praise you, God, for what you do for us.
