babybather babalog.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sean Harland Stats:
Born:
October 8, 2002
Age:

Archives:
October 2005
September 2005
August 2005
July 2005
June 2005
May 2005
April 2005
March 2005
February 2005
January 2005
December 2004
November 2004
October 2004
September 2004
August 2004
July 2004
June 2004
May 2004
April 2004
March 2004
February 2004
January 2004
December 2003
November 2003
October 2003
September 2003
August 2003
July 2003
June 2003
May 2003
April 2003
March 2003
February 2003
January 2003
December 2002
November 2002
October 2002
September 2002
August 2002
July 2002
June 2002
May 2002
April 2002

Recent Entries:
Ferry to Staten Island
Jackson and the Birthday Boy
Kate, Jack and Sean
Kicking back at Lunchtime
Kelli and Johnny got married!
Xander is Three!
Aloha=Shalom
The Sweet Singing Cowboy
Gavi turned one!


Powered by
Movable Type 2.0

Email: info@babalog.com

June 30, 2002
Happy Birthday Coulter!

cake.jpg

We had a very tired Coulter and Varnell over for dinner and cake. They were just back from roughing it for a few days in the Angeles Forest. Luckily no one was eaten by mountain lions.

stevenheather.jpg

This is the ode de Coulter I wrote last year for his birthday...


coulter

In decades past a child came to be
the youngest brother, but not the least.
His mother doted, nay not to blame is she,
on life and laughter he does feast.

As he frets with restless whirls,
the teeming crowd he does dare
to be hypnotized by fancy twirls
of sticks in hand and in the air.


Behind cymbal, snare… away in back
sits working man in cowboy hat.
Crashing in like a ground attack
in perfect time a-rat-a-tat-tat.


Music feeds the frenzied soul
whose stories never cease to amaze.
The phoenix reborn to rock n' roll
each time his drums are set ablaze.


A hero, he is, on a summer's day
as magic is grilled and deftly shared.
Spirits drank and wantoned away
'til mind grows calm and then impaired.


He disappears without a trace
swiftly flying across the ground.
Perhaps he finds a state of grace
as dawn rolls in without a sound.


If in some sorrow he breaks to tears
a gentle heart resides within.
Yea, stong enough to face his fears,
ne'er weakly to disguise chagrin.


With dedication he pursued his love
near Paradise she lived, yet not in.
To him she is an angel from above
he endeavored her heart to win.


What wondrous old friends they are
and now true loves they have become.
Each gone from far to near to far,
together now they make a home


In our wild friend we do delight
lest we forget why we are here…
To him a starry future bright
and to dreams he stay sincere.


Posted by Molli at June 30, 2002 10:03 PM


 

 

 

 

 

 

Links:
emmanuelle
foji
kenlayne
lauracrane
marcbrown
mattwelch
mcilvanity
greg's blog
rockstarbaby
sksmith
tonypierce