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Monday, December 13, 2010

December Photo Project Dec 13th

Plotting the attack on the house.......... They have become best buds. It is so cute.
 
Today's goal....take everything out of cabinets, baskets, etc so mommy can put it up. Take all diapers out of the basket on the changing table.....check.


Had to throw this one in because she just learned how to put the phone to her ear........


Next step.....throw toys out of the basket. We did this for several minutes. She threw them out and I threw them in and she laughed and we started all over again.......







Look at me mama....I am standing all by myself next to the Christmas tree!





Giving some lovin' to her favorite pal, Charlie.





Final mess...to remove all tupperware and plastic bowls from the cabinet. Do what has to be done to pull it all out, even climb into the cabinet if necessary..............






And finally, showing me that she is a future seamstress. I had been sewing today, and took the sewing machine off the kitchen table and set it on the floor. Looked over while cooking, and she was mesmerized by the machine. She loves to sit in my lap while I sew. A girl after my own heart!!!!





Good night!!!! Oh, and for just the heck of it.............I am throwing this freakin' adorable picture in just because. She loved bath time tonight. Call it the most adorable thing EVER!



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Poem for all those SAHM

Song for a Fifth Child

By Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.

Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.

Oh, I've grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye 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?
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.

The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But 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.