the harvest is plenty but the laborers are few

Monday, January 25, 2010

6 months

Today my baby boy is 6 months. These have been the 6 most sleep deprived blessed months of my life. I love love love this quote and it seems quite applicable to my nostalgic feelings today. They do grow up so fast.

Cooking and cleaning can wait till tomorrow,
For babies grow up, we've learned to our sorrow.
So settle down cobwebs, dust go to sleep,
I'm nursing my baby and babies don't keep.


(Yes siree, these really are my boy's feet. You want to eat them, don't you?)


Pamela said...

I love that poem. It always hung in my mom's house growing up. I still think of it today. It is so true.

Hanna said...

I want to make a needlepoint or something with this poem on it! It needs to stay in the front of my brain before I blink and my babies are all grown up! :(