Saturday, October 25, 2008

Babies don't keep

"Babies Don't Keep?"
Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth empty the dustpan,
poison the moth,
hang out the washing and butter the bread,
sew on a button and make up a bed.

Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?

She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.

Oh, I've grown 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 her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).

The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,

for 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

Honestly, in my long as my mil is in the house...the cleaning and scrubbing can't really wait till tomorrow. She's super clean. Me? I can wait till tomorrow. I will wash the clothes when i feel it will fill 3/4 of the washing machine load. I will iron the clothes when it forms a mountain in the box...and do it all at a go. I will scrub the bathroom when i start to see the grooves yellow. I never cleaned my windows before (someone else did). I vacuum & mop when i feel the floor is dirty, not every two days. I don't mind the mopping, but not the vacuuming(!) especially when we got that heavy iEcologi...the more i dread having to vacuum the floor. Ok call me lazy. But..i believe in doing things in bulk.

But really...i love every minute of Eliza. Even the seconds when she drives me crazy. Even the moments when she is a tough ball to handle.

My in-laws went overseas for the weekend. So we have the whole house to ourselves. It's nice really. After we had put Eliza to bed, sorted out all the clothes folding, bottle washing, packing up etc...we settled down on our sofa with coffee for Ww & Yoghurt for me and talked. Ww was saying that he missed the times when we had the house to ourselves...and it won't be for a long time when we can have that again...maybe when our kids grow up and rather be out than at home. Still we can't help, feel warmed at the thought of Eliza, the unique way she cries, or fake cry; the way she gives us that muck lips grin...and 101 things that's so her. I'm glad to see her grow.

To digress....
Eliza babbled her more intelligable word. "BA", "BEAR", "BER" and she'll go on and on....
Ww has now adopted the word "BA" as calling him...-__-

This is what Eliza does sometimes...i think it's only when u have no teeth can u do this...I can't seem to do it the way she does.

Yes and only the cute but powerful two bottom front teeth.

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