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Tips and Tricks of a mother of six: Growing Babies

This momma of six has been a little bit busy lately.  There is a sweet poem that talks about how I am feeling right now.  
Author: 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.

My big kids are getting bigger.  They are past the point of rocking and snuggling.  They are on to soccer and jobs, late nights, and homework.  They never lovingly gaze in to my eyes to show me how much they love me while cooing.  So, I take these precious moments with the little ones to watch them grow.  Because my friends, babies don't keep.  


  1. how sweet. Yes we can always clean. We can't ever get back the baby snuggly time.

  2. That is one of my favorite poems. =) I always forget how quickly babies grow... thank you for the reminder! =)

  3. Truer words were never spoken. That made me tear up!
    Thanks for sharing. They grow so quickly.

  4. You are so right! And this baby? Oh my so precious!


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