Babies don't keep

We have been so fortunate to have received lots of cute hand-me-down clothes for both of the kids, but particularly for Indigo. We haven't needed to buy anything for her. As I was getting out the next size of clothing, I realized that there was an outfit in the mix that was the exact same (but bigger) as one we had photographed Indi in when she was just over 2 months old.

Here's the then and now:







Comparing these two photos reminded me of the poem that my Aunt Kathy gave me at my baby shower for Jude. It's called "Babies Don't Keep" by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton.

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

So true.

Here's a short clip of my baby giving her baby kisses. Recently, she started doing this to all of her animals and babies, always making the same loud smooching sound.