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Laundry is piling up, floors need to be swept, grass needs to be mowed, dogs need to be walked, cat need to be washed (actually, not the cat, the dogs but it sounded better). HELP!!!!
It's getting a bit crazy without Rob or any help here. I'd much rather play with the baby than do any of the above. Does anyone blame me?
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Nope!
Babies Don’t Keep
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.
- Ruth Hulburt Hamilton
Miss Ella looks just like the Gerber baby in this pic..LOL Too cute! See you ladies later today.
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