I am not a poet AND I know it, but I wanted to put a little something in Max's baby book for today.
A baby named Max
He was late getting here
He turned one today
Can you believe it's been a year?
He likes to eat peas
and play peek-a-boo
He's got chubby little knees
and his hair sticks up, too.
His older brother
May take all of his toys
But Max doesn't mind
He doesn't make too much noise
I found some too-tiny pants
in his dresser today
They will never fit him
but they may have to stay
The first of many years
how I love your pudgy toes
Those itty-bitty fingers
The little line down your nose
Our Sweet Little Maxwell




