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Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Babies don't keep!

My babies are growing up and its sending me into teary eyed mess. In a month or so I will have a 7, 3 and 1 year old. That is not allowed. Harmony may or may not be our last baby and the thought alone is enough to scare the poo right out of me. No more nursing, tiny little diapers, the smell of a brand new baby, first smiles and all the rest of the exciting things that come with a baby. I'm not ready to pack away all the baby things as my baby is quickly approaching toddler hood and leaving baby hood behind her.

My niece who is ever so far away in England (and never even met Harmony) posted the poem below on my Face book wall today. It's a great reminder to cherish the days we have with our little ones instead of constantly worrying about the mundane chores because at the end of my life I will never say I wish I cleaned my house more but I can bet I will say I wish I cuddled my babies more. So if you stop by and my house is in complete chaos we are too busy making memories to clean.

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, 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 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

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Wordless Wednesday - 7 Month Babies

Ella - 7 Months

Camden - 7 Months

Harmony - 7 Months

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

All You Can Eat Booby Buffet!

If you are mom chances are you generally end up showering or bathing with one or more of your children. I go it alone as often as I can but sometimes when Mikes on afternoons and I stink like tears and desperation this Momma needs a shower.

Yesterday, I desperately needed a shower and Harmony had been fussing and on a nap strike since 2pm. I did what any other mom would do, take a slippery wet squirmy baby in too. I like taking Harmony into the bath/shower with me as she loves the water but hate how it takes 10 times as long to get in, clean and out. The main reason for it taking this long is not the fact you are trying to wash your own hair while juggling 13lbs of soapy, flailing baby but rather she thinks it an all you can eat booby buffet. I mean she sees them there and she just helps herself. Whats even worse is taking a jacuzzi bath with the baby. Sometimes I need me time and usually that me time involves the baby because apparently I'm her mom or something. I like to go for a nice relaxing bath and because she LOVES the water I will take her in with me. The bubbles and warmth paired with on demand all you can drink booby milk, heck, its a baby version of an all inclusive trip to Dominican complete with swim up bar. I am the only one this happens to? Usually I take Harmony in because I think it will save me time or she will be less fussy if she has a bath too. Well less fussy is right, she usually passes out like a happy little piglet. I mean who wouldn't like to be fed their favourite drink in a jacuzzi tub all snuggled up on boobies (well I wouldn't care so much for the snuggling on boobs part but to each their own). So this can't only be something that happens in my family. Anyone else feel like a 24/7 buffet?