BB is 23!!

Baby (Brat) Blake is 23,
Oh my goodness, how can this be?
From the annoying little twerp you were,
To a grown up man whom I adore.

When you were small, your sisters did pick,
On you until you got sick.
Here are some stories, there are just a few,

Starting when your cowboy boot went flying over the pew.

Blake came quickly after two girls,

And he was the baby until Jake shook up his world.

If you didn't know he existed, you wouldn't be alone.

He looks like Megan, her taller boy clone.

I was the one watching you in the tub when you fell,

And Mom came running, it wasn't swell.

Your tooth was brown for only a short time,

And now I envy your smile with no hint of slime.

Remember the Christmas morning when you received a bike,

You cried and cried because of the height.

"You gotta be at least 13 to ride this thing," is what you said,

So Megan tried to climb on the ride instead.

Turns out, you were right, at least about this.

Her feet on the floor, they did miss!

I can think of several instances in the van,

One involving your head and the door, the other the window and hand!

Or another time you got thrown from the door,

And when I got punched down in the floor.

You love to dance, especially with,

Other boys' girls, good thing you are lithe.

Now that I think of it, this happens quite a bit,

Hope Jeff or Jeff doesn't show up to visit.

I also love the videos of cheer and dance,

And off to the side, a little boy did prance.

You knew every move Megan or I made.

Playing Rock Band, for you I'd trade!

I am glad your love of Star Wars did fade,

and was replaced by a dog named Babe.

She seems to be the only one to not disappear,

Rusty, Molly, and the Beagle mutt, oh dear!

You think you are smarter than me, but this is not fact.

Your ACT may be higher, but you do lack,

Some common sense, you sometimes slip.

Leaving your wallet while you take a dip?

Your height is tall, this is true,

But you haven't always had the "build" that you do.

We loved you anyway, fat rolls and all,

Now the tables have turned, the chips did fall.

We love the same foods, El Po or Mr. Ps,
And you know how to get me annoyed with your immigration pleas.

I don't mind loaning you money to let you eat well on Spring Break,

Or calling to get you a cabin on the lake.

You're old enough now to order your own pizza pie,

And to Mom you don't have to lie,

About the time you got hit in the truck...

Was it another car, or mailbox luck?

As a camp counselor, you had some fun,

But also made a difference out in the sun.

Who knew you had patience? and a kind heart?

I figured you could just teach them to f*rt.

We still aren't allowed to those words that make Mom sad,

Sometimes you would slip in b*tt hole when you were really mad.

Be careful, little brother, when you holler out, Yo!

Please make sure the taxi door isn't slow!

Uncle Bubba is the best, this isn't lame,

Kate loves you so much, she says your name!

Everytime we pass the fridge to look,

She points you out, like in the book!

I know I wasn't always the nicest I could have been,

I was hard on you; your 2nd Mother Hen.

I am glad I can count you as one of my best,

And all these memories I can poke in jest.

Now that I have a son sent from above,

I will let Preston "do what he loves."

For all those times, nice things I didn't do,

God played a trick, he looks just like you!

Mom always says, "Isn't he cute?"

You do no wrong in her view.

I hope that I feel the same way about my own,

Haha, sucker, remember that loan?

You know no girl will ever measure up,

Especially when they stop the toilets up!

Stay away from the Phi Mus, you might have a better chance,

At getting someone who can keep up with the dance.

Ok, I did like this one :)

Your writing's amazing, sometimes sad, sometimes true,

I hope this lousy poem with stories a few,

Shows just how much I Love You!



On the lookout when Luke proposed



Right after we got engaged



Making bad jokes