To our beautiful boys

Well done, you reached six,

With barely a hitch.

Well perhaps one or two,

Which is the number of you.

Passersby used to say

When we couldn’t get away

“Looks like double trouble there”.

Because not one; we had a pair.

“But were we trouble?” I hear you ask.

Well remembering is quite a task,

as when you’re tired you soon forget

The intermittent crying and the upset.

Like when Mummy picked up James

put him over her shoulder without careful aims

Smacked his face on the sink

(he took it quite well I seem to think).

Or the time Mummy cut his finger end

But we didn’t have to pretend

It’s really hard when cutting nails

(I’ll spare the gory details)

If the hand is getting waved about

and it’s owner screams and shouts.

Or every hour just before bed

when James’ crying would wake the dead.

Or how about evenings when it was time for a clean?

It has to be said, James wasn’t too keen

On getting in a lukewarm bath

He became Puceman and we felt his wrath.

So these challenges we left behind

And neither of you seem to mind

When we made the latest mistake

When mistakes were all we could make

And new challenges raise their head

But let’s focus on positives instead

You’re happy, healthy, talented and fun

Two is definitely better than one

So as I draw to a close

Wondering what the future holds

Your seventh birthday is being

Is