We got the kids in school and took the first day pictures. After I took Sydnee's and she headed out the door, I took one of Sierra and noticed that it was all foggy. So, upon inspection, I figured that one of the little monkeys' had applied messy fingers to the lens. I cleaned it and wal-lah a clear picture. And, let me tell you, Sierra was happy to have her picture taken twice. Yet, the rest of the kids pics turned way better. I didn't get a pic of Samantha, so I'll have to post one later.What fun memories and tradition!
After previewing this, I can tell that I need to figure out how to have a really cute font on my blog!
So, if any of my blogger friends know how to do that, please clue me in. Thanks :)
Sydnee
Sierra
Savannah
Sicily
Scottland
Sophie
4 comments:
Very pretty school girls ;) I love Scottie & Sophie's matching skirts. I am way behind on my blog; so much that it is intimidating me just thinking about it.
Being busy is the best part of motherhood. When the kids all grow up and move on we will know we lived full days and nights and did all that we could.
Thanks so very much for your Sweet comments!! Sometimes life just has to come first, doesn't it :)
You are doing a great job!
Song for a Fifth Child
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 baby is 5 and my biggest nearly 19. I am grasping my 5 year olds little hand holding on to the moments. Before I know it he will be 19 and moving into the world with all of the rest.
I am going to work hard at slowing down. :o)
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