Cleaning and Scrubbing can wait 'til tomorrow.
For babies grow up, we've learned to our sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs...dust go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.
-unknown
This poem made me cry just thinking about how E has grown up so fast over the last year and a half. When he was little and wouldn't let me put him down even for one second, I was just so frustrated and now all I want to do is cuddle him and he is frustrated with me. (sigh)
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