Saturday, November 2, 2013

I'm Sleepy, Sleepy, Sleepy!

 
Worked the Craft Boutique and Bake Sale ALL day.  I'm sleepy, sleepy, sleepy.
 
When I was just a little girl, about the age of the one in the picture, my dad taught me a poem I've never forgotten.  When I'm really tired, or sleepy, it always come to mind.  Tonight was no different!  Didn't have time to get a Thought for Sunday, so let me share my little poem, and then I'm going to bed.
 
I'm sleepy, sleepy, sleepy
I want to go to bed.
Had turkey for my dinner
and lasses on my bread.
 
My hands are sticky, sticky
My face is dirty too ~~
Here comes momma with the washrag
Boo, Hoo, Hoo.!!!
 
I can't remember where I put my shoes ten minutes ago, but I can remember a poem I was taught when I was four.  Is old age catching up with me or what???
 
Do you have a childhood poem?
 
** Sweet Dreams **
 
Image of little girl from googleimages.com

16 comments:

  1. My daughter when she was very young came up with the phrase that she was "stompy" tired. Meaning thats she was so tired that she was irritable and bad tempered. Its now become a family phrase.

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    1. Oh that is really cute. I love things like that when they "stick" and become a family phrase. I'm still laughing over your video.

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  2. Such a cute poem. I know what you mean. I can remember things from way back but am always forgetting where I put things now.

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    1. That extra hour of sleep really helped. I think I can make it through the day if I can find my shoes...HaHa

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  3. I don't know the poem, but the washrag part made me laugh. Though it doesn't often come to mind, the face-wash with a warm washrag, and Dad usually did it, was one of the best parts of going to bed at night. Something about it said, I love you.
    Thanks for the memory.

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    1. Oh Martha, that's precious. We don't say washrag any more do we. We say grab the "wipes". I still like a warm washrag on my face.

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  4. I guess I'm dating myself too. I do say washrag.
    One for the money, two for the show, three to get ready and here we go....
    That comes to mind when my Dad would sometimes plop me into bed. They were special times when Mom went to choir and it was just Daddy and me times.

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    1. Oh yes, Sue...I do remember One for the money. My Dad was the storyteller, so I learned most of my little tidbits from him.

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    2. That reminded me of the time my Dad plopped me into bed too hard (think he lost his balance) and the slats on the bed cracked. We both went sank down. I'm told my reply was Oh Daddy, you're in big trouble now!
      Haven't thought of that in years.

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    3. Ha Ha, great story. Thanks for sharing Sue. I know many of us have stories we haven't thought about in years. I'm hoping this post triggers a few. I love hearing them.

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  5. Cute photo and sweet poem!
    Thanks for the pear recipes!
    Have a wonderful week!
    Lea

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    1. Glad you were able to download the recipes.

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  6. I love poetry, but not the long and complicated kind. Dad often read to us before we went to bed at night, after the washrag came out, and he often read poetry. I have wonderful memories of "The Raggedy Man", "Little Orphant Annie", "Winkin', Blinkin", and Nod", and "The Owl and the Pussy Cat". He also used to quote "The Wreck of the Hesperus" sometimes. So many great memories. And then there was Mom who would sing "A Hunting We Will Go"... :0)

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  7. My mom sang this poem to me and my sister and we have taught it to our kids! 9 all together! Also, "home again home again, jiggity jog". That one is repeated more often. I thought for years my mom must have made that poem up. Apparently not! 😉

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    1. That is very special thanks for commenting. And letting me know that your mom saying that little song to you too how special is that

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    2. That is very special thanks for commenting. And letting me know that your mom saying that little song to you too how special is that

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