Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more."
ever get something stuck in your head and can't get it out?
usually it is songs for me...or tv commercials...ugh. but today...actually for the last week...i've had this poem stuck in my head. i really haven't a clue why.
i can't believe i haven't posted ANYthing in 2 months. ian is now eight months old and growing like a weed. he grew 9.5 inches in 7 months...luke was much rounder, not as long as ian, and it's just funny to compare the two. so far ian's is showing himself to be VERY stubborn...can't imagine where he might get that. ;-) i'm thinking it may go with the red hair.