My Babies

Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth
empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
hang out the washing and butter the bread,
sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.

Oh, I've grown 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 will wait till tomorrow,
for 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.


by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

Tea Time

Sugar and spice and everything nice. Little girls right? How does mine keep getting gashes and cuts, scrapes, burns, and bruises? A couple weeks ago she smashed her face on a thomas the train and bled from her mouth and her nose. Then she bit her tongue when she slipped in the bath, burned her finger on my curling iron, and fell off the couch to win herself a whopping 9 staples in her head. This girl has been in the hospital way too many times lately.

Here's some lovin' for the fathers...

7:02 pm

It just took one hour for Luci to go to sleep. I'm not sure if it's because Jacob wasn't here tonight, or if she really just couldn't live without that one extra song that she begged over and over for. While she was up there she practiced saying 'no' in her meanest voice over and over, said she needed to go potty a million times, informed me that she was 'awake now mommy', cried for her special blankie (which she can't have b/c she peed on it this morning and I haven't washed it yet), etc... what a crazy lady. I love her though, I do. I love the way she stroked my hair as I finally gave in and rocked her til' she calmed down, love the way she tells me I'm the 'bumb' except she really means to say the 'bomb', love the way she eats vegetables dipped in blue cheese, love the way she gives me arm tickles when she's sitting on my lap, love the way she holds my face right next to hers when she has something important to say, love her energy. Just love her.

Eli took exactly 2 minutes to go to sleep tonight. Seriously, what a chill guy. He fussed a little so I knew he was tired. I wrapped him up in his soft blue blankie and he smiled at me. I sang him two songs, layed him down, and left him there wide awake. Went back two minutes later to find him out cold. love him. Love the way he gets excited when we read him books, love how chunky he's getting, love his deep blue eyes, love his cute little noises and the conversations we have, love how he enjoys his bath.

Life is good peeps. later gaters.

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