Cleaning and cooking can wait 'till tomorrow
For babies grow up, as we've learned to our sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep,
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.
For babies grow up, as we've learned to our sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep,
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.
2 comments:
Your little guy is such a cutie! :) That rhyme is unfortunately all too true. I see it with my nephews (how is the oldest turning 3 already the end of this month?) and I'm sure it will be even more real with our daughter.
he has to be one of the cutiest babies I Have ever seen!
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