Our little man in Sparkle City

What a lovely weekend we have had. My boys and I spent the weekend in Spartanburg visiting family. Dean got to sniff and jump and pant around for two straight days with cousin Sandy and Jackson was, as usual, showered with insane amounts of love and kisses.

I can't help but see a little boy now every time I look at him with his varied and often hilarious expressions. He is growing and changing so fast, I feel like I am literally holding a clock in my hands. There is the sweetest cross stitch made by a dear friend of the family hanging in Nana and Buds house that makes me wish I could stop time everytime I read it. It is an excerpt from a short poem by Ruth Hamilton and is something I try never to forget.

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.

by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton