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,

Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.

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,

Lullabye, rockabye, 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.

by Ruth Hulbert Hamilton

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12 weeks old this past Friday

3 months old this coming Friday

10 pounds, 12 ounces

Indeed... they don't keep!

{and my house is quite shocking}