I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep
Since our last post Myla is sleeping through the night 7:30-7...makes for a very happy mommy! She really "woke up" this past month. She is much more alert and social: grabbing at toys, chewing on her hands, sucking her thumb, and making lots of noises. Myla has also gotten her first tooth and is working on another. She is rolling belly to back and still just our mellow little love. She loves to snuggle and rock. I have had more people say they have never heard her cry- she rarely does-we are very, very blessed!
Mackenna is her same happy, energetic self. She is writing her first name so well now and getting very good at riding her bike. She tries my patience every day and knows just what buttons to press but I guess that is part of the fun of being 3. She surprises me and makes me laugh out loud every day. She can get the biggest smiles out of Myla. It is hard for me to believe she'll be 4 years old in less than a month.
We have settled into our new "normal" for our family of four- definitely challenging but oh so wonderful. I am utterly exhausted by the end of each day, and our house is not nearly as orderly as I like. I keep reminding myself how quickly these early days pass and want to enjoy them as much as I can- those who know me well know it is a struggle for me to leave things dirty and go make another mess while playing. I keep reminding myself that someday Mackenna will not want me to sing her songs before bed, or to cook with me, or play teacher and student and Myla will not simply be fascinated by my face for hours on end and just want to sing Wheels on the Bus...so I better live it up while I can.
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
Mackenna is her same happy, energetic self. She is writing her first name so well now and getting very good at riding her bike. She tries my patience every day and knows just what buttons to press but I guess that is part of the fun of being 3. She surprises me and makes me laugh out loud every day. She can get the biggest smiles out of Myla. It is hard for me to believe she'll be 4 years old in less than a month.
We have settled into our new "normal" for our family of four- definitely challenging but oh so wonderful. I am utterly exhausted by the end of each day, and our house is not nearly as orderly as I like. I keep reminding myself how quickly these early days pass and want to enjoy them as much as I can- those who know me well know it is a struggle for me to leave things dirty and go make another mess while playing. I keep reminding myself that someday Mackenna will not want me to sing her songs before bed, or to cook with me, or play teacher and student and Myla will not simply be fascinated by my face for hours on end and just want to sing Wheels on the Bus...so I better live it up while I can.
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
posted by Baby MJ at 8:50 PM
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