My sweet boy is growing so fast and becoming so independant!
Here are a few pictures of my little man.
This poem is so true!
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.
- Ruth Hulbert Hamilton -
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