Babies Don’t Keep 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, 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.

So I know I don't always get this put away like I would like but I remember this poem and think that its okay that things can wait. I love that Iain is still little but one day in the not so far away future he will be headed to school and I won't be with him all day long. But for the the moment things can wait to be put away my little guy is here wanting to explore this world. And I want to show it to him and see everything for the first time with him. To experience it all again because its all new and so exciting when you have a little person to show it too. So, the dishes and clothes can wait for a while. I realized that I was wishing Iain was older so he could tell me what he needs. Shortly after that thought I came to the realization that he wasn't always going to be this little and this time was special and to cherish this time for as long as it last because it won't last. There are days that I wish he was still a little baby but right now Iain is so much fun right now. He is so full of adventure and wonder that I can't wait till we are exploring this world together. So I'll stop wishing for him to be tiny again and be happy with right now.