Cleaning and scrubbing can wait 'til tomorrow,
For babies grow up, we've learned to our sorrow,
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust, go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.
-author unknown*
Sir Nicholas is a teething monster. He is keeping us up at night, or waking us at super early morning hours. We are surviving. I keep telling myself that this goes so fast, just hold onto him!
I don't know the author of this poem. But if you do, please let me know so that I may credit properly.
Happy weekend.
xo
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