Highs and lows

This path that we have taken

Is adventurous, some have said brave!

Experiencing the world and all its delights

Creating memories to forever save.

Learning to walk (a poem)

For months and for months she would shake her head,

And choose to walk on her knees instead.

No matter what we did or what we said,

Walking to her was something to dread.

Puppetry is our new skill
We practice day to day,
Keeping Amber occupied
By making her toys play.

Her toys have unique talents
They are a gifted little group,
And their love of the spectacular
Makes them quite the circus troupe.

Bunny is our dancing man
He loves to rock and roll.
His very nifty footwork
Never fails to surprise us all.

Bunny busting out some moves

Upsy Daisy was a girl we once knew

Who understood just what to do

When Amber was sad

Or teething like mad

Daisy lifted her spirits anew

An ode to vigilant parents everywhere (and kind taxi drivers)