This file includes potty training and miscellaneous. Also see the Baby Section.
A young father returned home from work to find his wife crying.
"I had an awful day," she said. "The baby cut his first tooth and took his first step..."
"But that sounds great," the husband interrupted.
"But then," she continued, "he fell down and cut his lip on the tooth. And then he said his first word!"
With babies come toys
and a whole world of joys,
and all kinds of fun things to do.
With babies come laughter
and love ever after . . .
With babies, dreams all come true.
A baby will make
The past forgotten,
And the future worth living for.
Before you were conceived I wanted you
Before you were born I loved you
Before you were an hour old I would die for you
This is the miracle of love.
A baby is cuddles and tickles on toes,
the sweet scent of powder, a kiss on the nose!
A baby is Teddy bears, rattles, and pins,
meals at midnight, giggles and grins.
The day has finally come, the pain begins to reel
You never could imagine, just how this would feel!
Then when it's all over, and there's finally peace
There's this incessant crying, that doesn't seem to cease!
In between the whining, you try to catch a wink
But once again the wailing starts, so loud you cannot think!
Here's this precious bundle, that fills your heart with joy
Lying there so tranquilly, watch out he's being coy!
As soon as you sit down to eat, it's hungry he will be
And while your food grows cold and hard, he'll be spitting peas!
Now the day's so beautiful, you put him in his buggy
Suddenly you smell that smell, you best take stock in Huggies!
All of this is normal, but watch for what's ahead
'Cause it's when he gets older, that you should fear and dread!
(Darla Mae Seely)
I look at your cute little nose
And how you wiggle your toes.
I love how you smile at me.
You're cute as a button, don't you agree?
I look at the darling clothes you wear
And the tiny bow in your hair.
You seem to say to me,
"I'm as cute as I can be."
You're cute as a button, yes, you are.
You were sent to earth from heaven afar.
I love you, niece/daughter/etc. I hope you know.
I will always tell you so.
(Darla Mae Seely)
Look at my son/grandson
So bubbly and fun.
Did you happen to see
How he smiled at me?
Look at his lock of hair
And the darling clothes he wears.
He's cute as a button, I'm sure you know.
Just look at his eyes sparkle and glow.
I'm proud as can be
Of my son/grandson you see.
He's precious to me
And cute as can be.
I have a little miracle,
that I would like to share.
God has sent me an angel,
That I handle with great care.
She came too soon, she came too small.
Who would help her through it all?
I know that it is you, Lord,
You would never let us fall.
They tell me she will not walk, Lord.
Will you carry her?
They say she will not talk, Lord.
Will you speak for her?
Why do things happen,
to cause such pain?
Suffering and sorrow,
Please God, pull us from the rain.
We need a ray of sunshine,
to see the day through.
We need a bit of faith, Lord.
Can we count on you?
Please give me strength
Please give me hope.
Let us know we're not alone.
Please let me see her future,
Is filled with hopes and dreams,
Little pink bows and carousels,
It's brighter than it seems.
You handed me a miracle,
For this I know is true.
I look into her eyes, Lord.
Dark skies turn into blue.
I see that ray of sunshine,
I feel that you are there.
I know that it is with your love,
You lift us up with care.
Thank you for my miracle,
And all that you have done.
To give me strength, to give your love,
To show us your bright sun.
My ray of sunshine has come through,
As I hold her in my arms.
My faith has grown but stronger, Lord.
As I cherish her great charms.
You have handed me a miracle,
A tiny little miracle.
(possibly written in the early 1900's by Judith Torell)
I tell you Gramma, I'm in a mess,
that is why I'm sending this s.o.s.
my mom has started a new campaign--
she thinks I am old enough to train.
and I tell you, Gramma, that all this strife,
is taking the joy plum out of my life.
She won't let me have any peace at all,
and shows no mercy, even when I bawl.
She grabs me up (scares me to death)
and acts afraid to take a deep breath.
and I try to make a quick retreat,
but always end up on that goofy seat.
she brings a cracker for me to nibble,
and sweetly begs for me to "dribble".
so, I comply with her beck and call,
then watch as she wipes up floor and wall
now I really glory in all the loud praise
though I'll never understand in all my born days--
but if it pleases her and makes her glad,
I'll try to be a helpful lad.
but now , Gramma, I must say goodbye
'cause here she comes with that look in her eye!
I'll hide right here and await my fate,
for she doesn't know it, but she's a little late!
Draw train tracks at the bottom of a two-page spread. On the left page the tracks slope uphill. On the right side they slope downhill. Add die-cut trains or cut your own. Use the title "I think I can" on the left page and "I thought I could" on the right.
Take a picture of a child on the potty. Cover the photo with a brown paper outhouse shape with a door cut in it. The door could be left open or closed so they have to open it to see the photo.