It's not what he says, it's how he says it

A recent topic of discussion on the pregnancy 'Dec '09 forum, now a "birthday club", was what our little ones are saying these days. Some have up to 12 words, some have sign language thrown in there, us...we have only babbles still. However, they have are filled with meaning. Like I've heard Vietnamese described, one word can mean many different things depending on the inflection used to say it, so is true for Stefanese. For Stefan, a mishmash of poetry styles all in one.

Sun rise, open eyes, Maestro approaches the podium:
a tap of the baton, rather, a pound of the changer, a moment of babble quickly subsides,
there's much to be done, then screams arise.
First chirpy, then sad,
growing louder...now mad.
That "Mom" I long to hear, is still a milk-demanding wail until
the Maestro is released from his cribby prison.
Humming while nursing, singing a song of the morning woes,
he quickly turns happy while letting those frustrations go.
Out into the world  in search of a cat with light, lilting calls,
Squeaks, near a chuckle, turn to soft soothing hums,
cat hugging now, but one day, will be the sound of "Mum".

Off on a mission, searching for toys,
"Dad, dad, ad, add, dad!" and a whole ton of noise.
"Da, da, da, da !" "Ra, rer, re, roar!"
and his toy box is emptied all over the floor.
He pulls from the debris a coveted book,
Flips through the pages, reading, "La, ladd, rad ra ra." I stop to look...
Waving a hand in the air, delivering his speeches,
I believe he's summoning his army of Star bellied Sneeches.
And if we don't heed, him there's a price to pay,
authoritative"ra-ra" becomes a raucous "ayyyyyyyyye!"
That turns to those screams higher than the piccolo can play.
Again on a mission while the kitchen is cleaned, and he's wandered too far,
I hear the worst sound of all...silence. "eh?" I call out...nothing...."eh?'
"...ah" a soft reply, we relay, and I find him deep in his room, hands holding high
magazine feathers which he offers me, full of pride.
"Dad, dad, dad!" he says, pointing here and there,
catching me up on what has happened, while I was cleaning.
"Ste, Ste, Ste" That must be his name,
I smile proud at the diagraph he's made. I pick him up, he snuggles right in,
gives a big hug, on my shoulder his chin.
"Ahhh, mmmmm, aaaaahhh." He hums while he pats my back,
not letting go, my favorite Stefan a kissing and hugging attack.
It changes to giggles and guffaws, eyes rolling, head spinning,
free falling, and dancing, on the Stefan coaster.

Now I've tried everything I can think of to get this straight, and I'm out of ideas. I apologize for the crick you'll get in your neck!