Sleepy Baby!

Rock-a-bye, Brayden, in the treetop,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock;
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,
And down will come Brayden, cradle and all.

Brayden is drowsing, cosy and fair.
Mother sits near, in her rocking chair.
Forward and back the cradle she swings,
And though baby sleeps, he hears what she sings.

From the high rooftops down to the sea,
No one's as dear as Baby Brayden to me.
Wee little fingers, eyes wide and bright --
Now sound asleep Brayden until morning light.

Daddy and Brayden...awe!



Big Sis and Brayden wiped out

So cute