Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Last night happenings.

Swinging on sunny days.

Split his pants doing the haka



Poor guy. 

I've been killing my battery listening to this song over and over

DI find and mission plans

1 million layers of a girly girl

Fuzzy Wuzzy Was a Bear

Babies don't keep

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

My handsome guy sucking his thumb

'Inoke at 4 months

3rd Sunday

Baby's day out.

My little guy cruising the isle of Costco with me.