Baby's Record


New-born baby, soft and pink,

Of the two worlds on the brink.



One month old,--eat and sleep;

Precious little human heap.



Two months old,--tear and smile;

Fists in mouth and eyes the while.



Three months old,--"goo-a-goo,"

Windows wide where soul looks through.



Four months old,--finds his toes,

Tries to fix them on his nose.







Five months old,--first wee pearl;

All the household in a whirl.



Six months old,--sits alone;

Wishes swaddling clothes were gone.



Seven months old,--creep and crawl,

Wonder-eyed, a charm to all.



Eight months old,--confiscate

Pussy's tail and papa's pate.



Nine months old,--roguish eyes

Deepening daily; wilful, wise.



Ten months old,--witching ways

Wind us in; the baby pays!



Eleven months old,--finger-tip

Guides the elfin on his trip.



Year old,--lots of mischief done;

Walking, talking, just for fun.



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