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Thursday, December 23, 2010

December Photo Project Dec 23rd

Shopping. Eating. Sleeping. Playing. Visiting. These are a few of my favorite things! It is Christmas Eve Eve, you know, the eve before Christmas Eve. What better way to end the day than watching Emma Kate open her first ever Christmas present. She has to open one a night until Christmas. You know she is just itching to open all of them, well WE are just itching for her to open them! I think I am more excited about this being her first Christmas than when I was little and anticipating Christmas morning!!!!!





Well, I have to get some rest tonight! Tomorrow is a big day......I have to get her stocking ready and decide how I want to set up her toys around the tree tomorrow night. We have special Christmas pj's for her tomorrow night and a special pair for Christmas morning when we open presents. A little overboard? No Way No How! It is her first Christmas and our first Christmas as parents, so don't you judge!
I don't want to rush it and make her grow up any faster than what she already is, but is it Christmas yet?!?!?!?
Merry Christmas Eve Eve.

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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.