So, I have always heard of "blogging", "moms that blog", "get paid
to blog", etc. I have many friends that blog, but I always thought that I
was not talented enough to blog. I thought bloggers had to be able to
be experienced writers, photographers, and a comic in order to have a
successful blog, or just a blog at all. Little did I know that everyone
blogs, and I mean everyone. After a lot of searching and playing around
on the computer, I decided "what the heck, lets give it a shot". So,
here goes! Three days of intense computer work and searching and
designing and working late hours, I created a blog!!!!!
Now don't expect funny, cute posts! I will try, but everyone in my
family knows that my sister is the writer/photographer/comic! I can
design, sew, and organize.....just not great at writing.
I want
my blog to make you smile, and let everyone know just how a Southern
Belle from Mississippi stays at home with her baby girl! i hope my site and posts will encourage you to follow me through the daily adventures that Emma Kate and I experience. Now grant it, there are going to be boring days, days that I lucky to get a shower before dinner time, and days where I am shocked if I get anything accomplished at all. Juggling the daily tasks at hand, promoting my business, sewing, cleaning, and taking care of Miss Priss is a full day! There are days wher I think all we do is sit on the couch and nurse! Lol!
So, keep in mind that I like to design and rearrange (my husband can attest to this!) and so my blog page will change from time to time! I love to add and rearrange, especially when I see new things!
Today starts the "daily" blogging. Maybe i can even post more than one things sometimes! I cannot hide the fact that I am officially obsessed with blogging right now. Robert laughed at me last night when he realized how excited and obsessed I am with it. Maybe it will turn into something one day. Maybe I can promote my business adventures, or help somebody, or give someone a really good laugh at how bad I blog. Either way, I am excited and I hope you follow me!
I plan on having links to other
cool places where moms can find useful information. Please feel free to
leave comments and ideas on the blog. If you have any suggestions or
links that you think I should add, just let me know!
I hope to
"see" you around!
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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.
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.
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