Babies Don't Keep

Claire with Daddy in the rocking chair that my mom picked out years ago. It rocked me and my siblings, and now it's rocking her!
Claire reading GOODNIGHT MOON with Daddy. It is one of the best night-night books that there is. It's also really repetitive which is very important to little ones! http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goodnight_Moon

MAH! MAH! (MORE!) She still signs more but is getting better and better at saying it!

Now I want to share a poem about how Babies "don't keep." AKA: they grow up too fast. I think I realized this quickly! They change so fast! If you haven't read this poem before, you'll love it. If you have, maybe you haven't seen the whole thing. I know I'd only heard the last verse until I went to google it and post it. SO YAY! I did not write this, although I am a huge fan of writing (and reading poems) So Here you go:

Song for a Fifth Child
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