Babies Don't Keep

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, rockaby 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.

-Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

A friend of mine posted an excerpt from this poem on her Facebook today and it really sank in. I memorized this poem when D was still in my belly and promised myself I would keep it in mind as he grew.

The problem is, life just keeps happening doesn't it? It's relentless and pushy. It keeps trying to force me away from my little Roos. Or at least it tries. Thing is, the more it tries, the more I resist.

I posted awhile back with my domestication issues. Thing is, I think somewhere, back in my mind, this poem holds me back from the dust and the cobwebs to do what I love most in life. To snuggle and play and kiss and wrestle and rock and rhyme with the two most incredible little boys on the planet. The rest can wait. I don't need a perfect house, I don't need a shiney car, I don't need a three course meal every night. The people that matter most to me don't see it anyway.

My babies will only be babies for such a short time. They grow up SO fast and I want to enjoy every. single. second. of it.

Lullabye, rockabye lullabye loo. 

I'm alive!

It's been awhile and I'm sorry! I hate neglecting you all the way I have been. The reason? We are in a pissing match with our internet provider and they cut us off. Nice, right? They up and decided to change the due date of our bill to the 1st instead of the 15th when T actually gets paid. Which also meant we paid for half a months service that just vanished into the wind. So around and around we go. In the meantime we shop for a new provider.

Soon I will be back though! So stay tuned! 

Censorship

As a parent, and a blogger, there are certain things I choose to censor myself on. You know, things I don't really think is the general internets business. Thing is, I tend to be guarded even in real life. Almost especially so. So, why would I go telling the world my business?

I think the things I censor most are about my kids. Things like their names. Now, granted I actually do call D "D" but I just don't think I want his name associated with the public internet. Which, if you know me, you know how much I love my kids names but there are way to many creepy creeps out there. I have had people say "Well, you call them by name in public places so what difference does it make?". Well, see, this internet thing, also known as the world wide web, it goes all over the world. Last I checked, the whole world doesn't shop at my local Target.

Our general health situation isn't exactly public knowledge as far as I am concerned either.We all have our issues and unless its something drastic, you won't usually hear me mention it in a public arena. Heck, sometimes I don't even mention it to people inside my circle. I think there is just so much stigmata associated with peoples health. I have done a ton and a half of research on things and lets just say I am not exactly mainstream when it comes to my families health and such. We don't do drugs of any sort around here. No OTC, no prescriptions, no vaccines, etc. Imagine the looks we get from people. Pathetic really. So, I just don't really talk about it much (except maybe a little a couple of sentences ago).

 Then of course there are things like my address and/ or exact location. I live close to Atlanta. We went to the beach. That is enough info, right? I guess maybe that makes me an oddball out. Most other things I don't mind sharing. Honest! I just think that, with times like they are now, you have to be careful with what information you give out. Peoples is crazy! You never know who is lurking around out there and gathering information. Call me paranoid if you want, but I am confident my family is safe and that is what matters to me!