But children grow up, as I've learned to my sorrow
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust, go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby. Babies don't keep.
~Ruth Hulburt Hamilton
I wish Jason would let me quit my job so I could stay home with my sweet little baby while she is still just that! She grows and changes everyday and unfortunately the ladies at the daycare will spend the days with her instead of her mommy in just a few short weeks. They will hear her little sounds and see the funny faces she makes when it should be me while she is still so tiny. Jason may find himself taking her there every morning because I don't know if I can bring myself to do it!
If only I could just win the lottery while I'm waiting on the Publisher's Clearing House to knock on my door. That would actually be one knock or doorbell ring I would welcome, unlike all the others from children and delivery men that drive my dogs bananas and interrupt our nap times! I have always appreciated my mailman, but on several occasions he has left packages on my doorstep and in our lawn chairs on the porch and has NOT rang the doorbell and for that I thank him!
Well, blogging will have to wait for now because babies don't keep and I'm going to hold mine while I can!
If only I could just win the lottery while I'm waiting on the Publisher's Clearing House to knock on my door. That would actually be one knock or doorbell ring I would welcome, unlike all the others from children and delivery men that drive my dogs bananas and interrupt our nap times! I have always appreciated my mailman, but on several occasions he has left packages on my doorstep and in our lawn chairs on the porch and has NOT rang the doorbell and for that I thank him!
Well, blogging will have to wait for now because babies don't keep and I'm going to hold mine while I can!
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