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, rock-a-bye, Lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(pat-a-cake, darling, and peek-peek-a-boo).
The shopping is not done and there's nothing for stew
And out in the yard there is a hullabaloo.
But I'm playing "Kanga" and this is my "Roo."
Look! Aren't his eyes the most wonderful hue?
(lullaby, rock-a-bye, 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.

Ruth Hulburt Hamilton, 1958

Max is 3 months old...

Time really flies! Max laughs out loud every day or so, and it's delightful, so that's the fun of a baby. Remembering to laugh out loud!

Max is also rolling over, unreliably, from front to back, and he can find both of his hands and shove either one in his mouth. He loves those hands! He's liking people, and he has a really fun light-it-up grin. Most of his grins are reserved for morning time. He is happier in the ams.

Max is now 13 pounds, almost 23 inches long, and his hair is getting blonder and his eyes lighter blue. Jack calls them "misty" blue. It'll be interesting to see if he gets Grandpa Bill's or Grandpa Phippen's blue eyes.

Max likes to be on his belly because he's full of the toots and grunts. He does get a really upset belly. I dunno what mama's is eating that's bothering poor Max, but there you have it.

Congratulate Max, he's 3 whole months old!