Memoirs of Mommy: 2+ month Sabbatical

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,

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 his eyes the most wonderful hue?

Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby 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 Hulbert Hamilton

Besides enjoying my final baby, I have been trying to avoid much of Anything these last few months. Unfortunately Anything has not been avoiding me. Life is busy.

There is soccer, soccer fundraising and shuttling for soccer. Summer school, homework and arguing about homework. Chores and keeping up with the weeds and watering- unsuccessfully. There have been skinners to bandage, fights to resolve, popsicles to divvy out, park visits, playing and more playing. All good things, give or take.

In the meantime, I love on Sunny before one of her fascinated sisters steals her or asks to "have her next". Each time the nursery is quiet (a rarity with Sunny's in-house fame) and feeding time is absent any on lookers (a rarity my breasts and I love), I remind myself "I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep".

Today Sunny is a whopping 12 pounds even and 23 inches long. She has leg rolls that make most grown women jealous and a cute hole in her face when she smiles. Thanks to a perfectly positioned left thumb she is sleeping through the night and this makes me love her even more!

In her short life thus far, Sunny was blessed and officially given her hippy name, has sat in the sand at Bear Lake's north beach, surfed the waves of Seven Peaks Water Park, gone fishing and gotten a tattoo. She's been to free summer lunch a million times, taken a trip to Provo to see grandmas and grandpa, slept, eaten, taken Gold in Olympic infant pooping (a new event), and has puked on just about every person who has held her. I believe her puking to be her secret initiation ritual for those she lets into the Lucky People Who Love Sunny Club. Besides all that, she has ridden in her car seat- A LOT, hung out in mom's Sunny Wrap, the bouncer or stroller. She seems to be enjoying it all, minus the puking. When that makes her mad, we just take her outside. She's my kind of girl.