"Play with a child. There are only 6,574 days between a child’s birth and their eighteenth birthday. Don’t waste a single one."
I play with Mallory a great deal but this statistic is scary, a little sad. That doesn't really seem like many days.
Worms are not my thing. But Mallory has had a bit of an obsession over them lately. Probably stemming from playdoh. We all make worms cause they are so easy!
4 comments:
i so love that she's not afraid of them, she will be daddy helper when they go fishing, i've been
noticing all you young mothers on your blogs, reminds me when ours were babies and this poem was popular and very very true
Cleaning and cookiing can wait till tomorrow for babies grow we've learned to our sorrow, so settle down cobwebs and dust go to sleep, I 'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.
AMEN
love you all tons and bunches
grammy
i just re read that, and i think this is how it really goes
Cleaning and cooking can wait till tomorrow, for babies grow up we've learned to our sorrow. So settle down cobwebs and dust go to sleep, I'm rocking my baby cause babies don't keep
love you ,
Grammy
Elaine,
I'm with you on the worms! How cute that Mallory likes playing with them. Love the pink hat.
Alyssa
You're right . . . so few days. Thanks for the reminder . . . we can't roll back time and I know we will want to some day - I already do!!
Mallory is a lucky girl, you're such a good mommy!
Love & Hugs
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