Transitions

As we were transitioning into 2015 that was not the only thing in our house that was making transitions. Jackson, my two year old, informed me he was a big boy by falling out of his crib. Luckily, Titus put blankets down to break his fall. As I went in during nap time to check on them they were laughing and it was so sweet. I asked Jackson how he got out of his crib and he said, "Tity me out!"  So I decided the crib needed to be adjusted to the toddler bed setting. "Nooo!" Jackson said. He wanted to sleep in Tity's bed. He really loves his older brother.

As I was making the adjustments to the room to child proof it and take the crib down it made me sad. Jackson and Madison are my last babies. Parents always look forward to the kids growing up and getting older but I have now done this 7 times and it is hard knowing the kids are getting older and going to leave the nest. Gabe is 16 and going to start college this year. I can't believe it! The time fly's by so fast. So I have decided in 2015 to enjoy every little moment with my little ones. As the poem says, Babies don't keep.

"BABIES DON’T KEEP"

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,
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye 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?
Lullabye, rockaby lullabye 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.

Author: Ruth Hulburt Hamilton