Babies Don't Keep..

Christmas is just around the corner...HOW DID THIS HAPPEN????!!?!?! Last year at this time, I was pregnant and had Hypermesis Gravidarum and didn't know how I was going to survive the week, let alone until March! Here we are, and my sweet little Bear will be 9 months old in just a few days. It's insane! I am fortunate to stay home, and yet, I still don't feel like I have enough time with my girls before they grow up...

Anybody who knows me, knows that this poem is my favorite, and on a weekly basis I say "Babies don't keep!" It is so so true,  they don't, and it's sad to see them grow so quickly, but it is exciting to see the people they are turning into. I used to worry about Goose starting Kindergarten, and here we are the year is flying by! She will be on Christmas break! Enjoy the poem, it hangs on my fridge :)

Mother, O' Mother, come shake out your cloth,

Empty the dustpan, poison the moth.

Hang out the washing, make up the bed,

Sew on a button and butter the bread.

Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?

She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.

Oh, I've grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,

Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo.

Dishes are waiting and bills are past due,

Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek - peekaboo.

The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew,

And out in the yard there's a hullabaloo.

But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo.

Look! Aren't her eyes the most wonderful hue?

Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo.

The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow,

But children grow up, as I've learned to my sorrow.

So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!

I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.

~ Ruth Hulbert Hamilton