Snapshots in (amateur) haiku

I've been reading haiku lately and it put me in the mood, my lack of poetic talent notwithstanding. Also, I'm kind of long winded, so it's a nice change. Here, our winter break in snapshots, in haiku (with my son's photos, of course).

Clear December night.

He was not ready to sleep.
We watched stars blink on.

Me and son in tears,
and husband mad, in parked car.
We'll be a minute.

Lizard grips his hand;
a blue tail snakes down his wrist.
Reptile whisperer.

Cat barf in my toes
Two innocent, purring lumps.
Adorable fakers.

"You're covered," he says
"Mom, Dad got white stuff on you."
We snicker like teens.

Three AM. Poking.

Jabs in the boobs. What the hell?

Cat nuts in my face.

Giant soda, mine.
Morning caffeine fix. Thanks, babe.
Best husband ever.

Roadrunner watches,
crest raised, as we inch closer.
A quarter moon rises.

Hugging me, son sings.
No particular reason.
God I love this kid.

At last, I beat him.
"Good," he says, patronizing.
Damn video game.

He pedals too fast.
The sun makes eyelash rainbows
As I squint to see.

I lose track of time.
Attentive mothering FAIL.
Fudge makes it better.


Can I have more fudge?
Eat your macaroni first.
Meanest mom ever.

Slumped on me, he reads
about prehistoric worlds.
Quetzalcoatlus.

I could tell the one

with his friend, and the hugging --
but he might kill me.