Yesterday afternoon we popped in to see Kanneloni Macaroni show off her new trick.
Sitting pretty as picture just a few days shy of six months old . ..
she smiled and touched her toes . . .
while the thought crossed my mind . ..
all a wee baby girl needs is . . .
the love of her mommy and daddy . .
warm milk . .
and a safe place to lay her sleepy little head.
Since Kanneloni Macaroni opted to stay close to her mommy . .
we packed up the lil' farm hand and brought him to the farm for a sleepover.
While he tended to business from the comfort of his cushioned seat . . .
Grampa entertained him by building a little bed just right for his size.
After awhile . . .
he offered some practical help . .
and the bed would have been perfect had the box contained the slats to hold the mattress in place.
No matter . . .
as I tucked him into bed on his mattress on the floor . .
he snuggled down as I sang him Grammie's version of his Gute Nacht song . . .
and again the thought crossed my mind . . .
that all a little boy needs is . .
love . . .
some healthy food . .
and a safe place to lay his sleepy little head.
It made me wonder . . .
where our little Polynsky . ..
the small little boy that we began to sponsor when the lil' farm hand was born . .
who lives in Haiti rested his head last night.
I pray he is safe.