
April is the month, that my boys came down from Heaven.
Baby Deacon has turned one, and Nate turned twenty-seven.

A student at the hospital, bought Ben Folds tickets for a date,
But he had to go with Nathan, 'cause he asked his girl too late.
So Nathan sprang for dinner and they shared an ice cream sundae.
It crossed his mind much later, that last part seemed quite gay.

He went on a four-man fishing trip, and a lesson they did learn:
With no women to pack sunscreen, they all received a burn.

He also had exciting news, several letters from Weber State.
Acceptance to four new programs--so now what is our fate?
He's leaning towards Nuke Med, and another year I'll pine.
But the end is getting closer---Arizona in Two-Thousand Nine!

Deacon has a new craving, eating raw potatoes!
But him sneaking in the pantry is the last of all my woes---
I found him splashing in the toilet (I didn't shut the bathroom door).
Nate sought to reassure, saying, "Don't worry, it's happened before."
Those are not the 'comforting' words, a mother wants to hear.
Multiple forays in the toilet...but he barely turned one year!?!?
