Monday, May 9, 2011

Baby Love


Song for a Fifth Child

    by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton
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 his 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.

Yes, our flip calendar is still on April 22.  It's a wonderful thing that time stands still those first precious weeks of a new baby's arrival.  We have all been doing much soaking in of this new member.  I have been spoiled rotten by my amazing Mother and have really gotten to take it easy and bond w/ this baby.  It has been so wonderful and this week we're easing back into real life.  Speaking of my amazing Mother, we had a great Mother's day and I'll be doing a post about it, but for now we will be focusing on getting back into some kind of routine and doing a lot more of this....
because they do grow up much too fast.


Dixie said...


Grams said...

Such sweet pictures. I've got that last verse on a crewel(?) picture that is hanging in my den. Love the words. Didn't know it was part of a song. Glad things are going so well for you.

Mamalion Kara said...

So, so very sweet! And I SO understand! So glad I can let my cobwebs sleep. My intentions are good, but lovin' my babies comes first. Sorry, visitors.....Southern Living does NOT live here.


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