Dust in the Nursery

Thanks mom, I loved this one...I did some research, here is the complete poem:

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.

so sweet!

here are a couple of pictures of Lorelai this past weekend at Auntie L's birthday party, this is her first pool experience. It was a last minute decision to put her in the pool, hence the nudity:




She is definitely a little waterbaby! Hope everyone enjoys my birthday!

Mid-way to Mid-life Crisis? You Decide...

Okay, so I keep completely forgetting that my birthday is Tuesday. I'm turning 25, which sounds so very, very old to me. I do not feel old, but the number would suggest that I am otherwise. I know most of my friends that read my blog are older than me, but try to relate. Surely you remember having these thoughts! What worries me even more than having to reply "i'm 25" when asked my age is the fact that ever since I had Lorelai, my life is FLYING by before my very eyes! I swear I feel like I'm going to wake up tomorrow and be 75! I'm not so much worried about getting old (although, dont get me wrong, I'm plenty worried about that....) as I am about blinking...and the next thing I see is my darling baby girl as a moody teenager! Wasn't I just a moody teenager? I still feel like I graduated from highschool yesterday. and don't try to tell me "you're only as old as you feel/act." Not True. You are only as old as the year you were born subtracted from the current year. And that would be 25.

Unidentified Blogging

Hey Gals, it has come to my attention that since we all blog from different sites, our usernames dont always appear by our comments...mine doesn't appear on Lindsay's, for example. So, make sure you sign your comments! Thanks!

Cursed.

2 words: pink eye. Me, not Lorelai. (yet, that is...) That is all i have the energy to type.
Until the next disease hits, (by that I mean tomorrow...)
Katie

Crap! ...I mean, Croup!

Well what would a day at the Little household be without Lorelai coming down with something new??? Someone please give me some insight here...I thought big, breastfed babies are suppose to be healthy!!! I'm really getting frustrated here and my sleep/sanity is suffering. How could she have even gotten croup? She's not in daycare, mother's day out, etc....church nursery maybe? who knows. This baby has been sick with SOMETHING literally over 2/3 of her life. I'm tired. and so is my poor little lo.

Bathtime!

This is just a super cute picture I took this past week...Lorelai loooooooooooves bathtime! She kicks her little legs and flaps her arms. It is so cute and funny. Shawn came in the other day and placed her yellow ducky right on her belly:



"What is this thing doing on my belly???" So cute!

Wow

Okay Jodi, I thought this was so shocking I stole it from you. I occasionally watch Oprah because she sometimes has interesting guests (I love Nate) and I just overlook her cooky comments and roll my eyes at the TV, but I've never heard her say these things out loud and I was shocked. She clearly misinterpreted her pastor in the first place, it's mind-boggling how the devil can twist a person's thoughts. Try to get past the cheesiness of the guy's voice...

Ewww.

Lorelai has gobbled cereal from a spoon like a champ the past couple of times I've fed it to her, soooo I thought I'd take it a step further and try out some Pears! She gobbled down the hole jar in addition to the usual amount of cereal, although I'm not sure she was too fond of the taste. I think they were a little too sour for her liking, she kept shivering....it reminded of of when I use to eat sour warheads and make a face and wiggle involuntarily. It was hilarious. I gave my sweet little angel a bath and started rocking her to sleep, and she started coughing. No big deal, she's had a cough for a couple of weeks now. So, I sat her up and started patting her back. My sweet little angel then proceeded to projectile vomit cereal and pears all over me. Maybe we'll go a little more slowly from here on out. bleh!!!

In Love

This quote sums up everything that I feel and know to be true right now, I'm so glad I found it:

To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. -Oscar Wilde

This is so simple, but truer words were never spoken.