no rhyme...

or reason.

Bear Lake 09' 

i'm just tired of seeing my last post pop up every time i open the computer.

is anyone else caught in this summer-time rut??

i do actually have things to post about (like a smashing new hair cut of a certain 2 year old. trust me.. it's perfection), 

but have had almost zero desire to 

even stay indoors long enough to get on the computer.

i've even been too lazy to take pictures...

strange??? 

yes.

but,

sometimes i just need to be mom.

and that's it.

no photographer,

no house maid.

just minie and poppy's.

mama posted this poem on her wonderful blog,

and besides it being perfect alone,

it also fit perfect for my post tonight.

i had to steal it and share..

Mother, 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
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 his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullabye, rockaby 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.

-- Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

*sigh*

indian summer... 

don't leave too fast.

xoxo