Amazing Grace

Here is a beautiful performance of “Amazing Grace” by Il Divo.
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Children aren’t children for long…

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,
Lullabye, rockaby, lullabye loo.
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,
Lullabye, rockabye, 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.

by Ruth Hulbert Hamilton

Rain Popsicles

The other day Hayden and I were on the front porch swing, playing “I Spy”. We were taking turns, and at one point Hayden said “I spy some rain popsicles!” It took me a second, but I realized he was talking about some hail that was in the grass from earlier. =o)

“Rain Popsicles”


We’ve been busy getting the new house in order. The computer is still at the apartment, so I don’t get on much. Stay tuned for updates and pictures!