Huge milestone in the last nine years. Huge! Especially when babies turn two and the urge to turn that toddler back into a baby escalates into thinking I need another one.
See why I'm so proud of myself? I faired the urge well.
Time does fly. Seems like just yesterday I had a newborn. I miss those days. Some moments, like the other night when Abbie fell asleep in my arms, make me want to do it all again. Usually that's when I awake from my pleasant daydream to a child whining, and I'm reminded that babies grow up. Babies are a cakewalk compared to independent children. Just when I feel I've got a child figured out, they up and change on me. So much work, but worth it all!
Besides, I've had dreams of doing this lately- now that I have a (almost) big three year old and no baby! I'm always amazed at mothers who do both simultaneously. How do they do it?
P.S. Here's a poem I just love. This is for you Mick when you come home to a household disaster and wonder what in the freak just happened in your eight hour absence.
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......
~Author Unknown ~
OoooOOo . . . isn't that the truth, we all miss those long gone rocking babies . . .
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