Rocking the Baby

Being a mom is amazing, exhausting, dirty, funny and hard. I find myself just watching Kelso wondering about everything... I am struggling a little with balancing my new role with my previous ones and I have tons of things I want to write about, to talk about and to do but alas I have and will continue to rock my baby and enjoy every second I get with him. I read this poem while pregnant and loved it then but now it means even more. I can't believe how fast babies grow and change and I don't want to miss a second, especially not on cleaning. :) Enjoy and hopefully I will find a more balance and blog more soon. 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,Lullaby, rockabye, lullaby loo. Dishes are waiting and bills are past due Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peek-a-boo 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 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. - Ruth Hulbert Hamilton