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Will I am happy to say we TOTALLY surprised Chris and Cherie with this coin, they called when the package arrived and I was able to conference Paula aka Paula Designs into the call so needless to say alot of laughing, designer talk etc was heard by all. :):(:anibad:

 

Th first cointest for 2 coins will be for the FIRST person to find the poem, write it out, add the name of the author, and tell me where Paula found it. I will post a VERY CLOSE up pic tomorrow if no one has gotten the words yet.

 

The second for 1 coin will be to tell me who brought the package, and what time Chris called me. :) I will give you a break and not make you tell me the weight, tie breaker will be -- was XANDER awake or asleep at the time <_<:):huh:

 

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VERY LIMITED amounts of the coins will be available for sale so I will have to limit purchases to ONE (1) coin per caching name. I will be offering a total of 100 coins (50 of the Ant. Gold and 50 of the Ant Silver) for purchase as the remainder of the coins were divided and will be used as traders by Chris, Paula and myself.

 

All coins have a unique icon and the CM prefix on the tracking number - THANKS CastleMan for allowing us the use of some of your numbers for our project :huh:

 

25 of the Copper Coin were made and is the Designer LE,

25 of the Rhodium Silver 25 were made and is the Grandma LE.

There were a total of 100 each of the Ant Silver and Ant. Gold made and I will put together a seperate forum post for the sales -

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BABIES DON'T KEEP

 

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......

 

~Author Unknown ~

 

edited to add...found it on a baby blanket

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Cleaning and scrubbing can wait for tomorrow,

For babies grow up, 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)

 

Found it embroidered on a blanket

 

Well this one makes more sense to be able to fit on a coin...

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Cleaning and scrubbing can wait for tomorrow,

For babies grow up, 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)

 

Found it embroidered on a blanket

 

Well this one makes more sense to be able to fit on a coin...

 

That is just the last few lines of wht you posted and is what is on my cross stitch....

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Here is my guess..

 

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 Hulbert Hamilton

 

Found on a cross stitch pattern!!!!!!

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Cleaning and scrubbing can wait for tomorrow,

For babies grow up, 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

 

Tom Wehrle - When You Can't Wait for Tomorrow CD

 

(my brother recently mentioned this cd to me, which makes posting this... weird)

 

*doh* this was supposed to be in an email to someone! how did i manage this!!!!

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Cleaning and scrubbing can wait for tomorrow,

For babies grow up, 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)

 

Found it embroidered on a blanket

 

Well this one makes more sense to be able to fit on a coin...

 

That is just the last few lines of wht you posted and is what is on my cross stitch....

 

yes...a shortened version which makes more sense. Funny though how mine says "UnKnown Author"??

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Here is my guess..

 

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 Hulbert Hamilton

 

Found on a cross stitch pattern!!!!!!

I have that cross stitch pattern too! I made it for a friend a few years ago!

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Here is my guess..

 

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 Hulbert Hamilton

 

edited to add that she found it in a baby book.......

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Here is my guess..

 

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 Hulbert Hamilton

 

Found on a cross stitch pattern!!!!!!

 

I'll go with the same poem (or an extract thereof).

 

I'll say it was delivered bu Paula herself - at 10 o'clock in the morning and Xander was awake (as most baes sleep).

 

Lovely coin BTW. Another winner.

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Cleaning and scrubbing can wait for tomorrow,

For babies grow up, 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 (at least its believed to be)

The above is adapted by Wendy Lyn.

 

Found in embroidered on blanket.

 

(I hope it is ok to make multiple guesses!)

 

Congrats!

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The coin is beautiful!! Nice work, Paula and Frozen Buns!

 

"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!"

 

Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

 

Paula found the poem in Joel's baby book.

 

 

The package was delivered by Fox (of Fox and the Hound) at 9:30 a.m. and Xander was awake.

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Babies Don't Keep

 

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

 

- Ruth Hulbert Hamilton

 

Found it on ebay while searching cross stitch

 

Delivered by UPS at 9:03.

 

Xander was asleep.

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Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till 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!!

 

- Ruth Hulbert Hamilton

 

Fed ex delivered @ 5pm and Xander was awake

 

Thanks for the cointest

 

The coins are beautiful, very nice job!

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Babies don't Keep

 

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 Hulbert Hamilton

 

found the poem in a magazine while waiting in the doctor's office

 

deliverd by fed ex at 9:05 Xander was awake

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Dust in the Nursery

by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

(published in the Lady's Home Journal in 1958 as "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 S

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.

 

Paula found this on a blanket she has for one of her children.

 

Congratulations to the entire family on the arrival of this baby. This poem is a wonderful reminder of what is really important in this life. Thanks, Frozen Buns, for helping us keep our priorities straight.

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UPS brought the package at 9:58 a.m. Xander - and Mom and Dad - were all blissfully asleep when the doorbell woke them up. Chris rubbed his eyes, accepted the package and went to get Cherie. They opened the package together and were wonderfully surprised by the beautiful coins! Then Xander cried and reminded them he was wet and hungry, so Chris decided to change Xander's diaper. Xander surprised Daddy with his amazing spraying talents (he is, after all, a baby boy :) ). So, Chris called you after wiping up Xander, the changing pad, the changing table, the carpet and his hands, changing the diaper, onesie and pajamas. He also took a five minute breather after that adventure and treated himself to a cup of coffee. THEN, he called you.

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Dust in the Nursery

by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

 

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 S

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.

 

Paula found it on a cross stictch pattern

 

coins were delivered by fedex at 10:45 am

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UPDATE - Cointest will run until 9pm ESTime. So get your guesses in for both cointests.

 

1 person is Oh so close :wub:

 

I will add another cointest tomorrow so you can be thinking about what that contest might be about :)

 

 

I will post more information on purchasing the coins after the cointest ends, in the mean time you may send me an email, with your choice of metal. Purchase price will be $12.00 including postage in the US and $13.50 for out of Country. Remember, 1 per caching handle, no sock puppet names, if I am not familiar with the name it will be verified before billing. thanks again every one.

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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 Hulbert Hamilton

 

Found it in a baby book

 

Delivered at 10am by Paula and Jim

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We just wanted to thank everyone involved in this wonderful surprise! Surteb has pretty much got the story down, too! :wub: We're still marveling now over this coin and how appropriate the symbolism is for us both. After almost 18 years together and 10 of it married, we had really thought we were sure in our decision to not go the childhood route. We had been over the pros and cons hundreds of times, but just didn't think it was the choice for us. Last year we realized after talking to the doctors that it was getting down to the now-or-never point of having children as we are now in the high-risk "advanced maternal age" category. We still weren't sure so we said what the heck, if it happens it happens, we'll leave it up to fate. I think that was on Sunday afternoon. 6am on Wednesday, Cherie calls out "I hope your sitting down..." The Tulips depicted in the coin were especially poignant because I'd just given an anniversary gift to Cher with Tulips on it and the words "I'm Ready". The Tulip is a symbol of new birth, change, and the renewing cycle of life so it brought tears to our eyes to see this coin this morning and this symbol that has come to mean so much to use graven in the design.

Thank you Frozen Buns for all the reasons you know like only a mother can. Thank you Paula and Jim for the amazing design and production effort (not to mention tight deadline and turnaround :) ) and of course CastleMan for the use of the prefix. The prefix is especially nice because we've always taken pride in our identical initials :) and it's just another amazing part of generosity displayed in this whole effort. Thank you to anyone else who was involved (if I still don't know everything) and thank you to the community for sharing your stories, advice and friendship in this most amazing turning point in our lives! You're the best :):D - Chris, Cherie and Alexander Mackey

 

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Where is the Mother whose house is so shocking?

She's up in the nursery..blissfully rocking.

Cooking and cleaning can wait 'til tomorrow,

but babies grow up, which I've learned to my sorrow.

So, settle down cobwebs,

Dust, go to sleep

I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.

Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

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"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 as 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).

 

Oh, cleaning and scrubbing will 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. Babies don't keep.

 

by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

(first appeared, Ladies Home Journal, October 1958)

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Cleaning and scrubbing can wait for tomorrow,

For babies grow up, 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)

 

you found it on some inspirational gifty thing at an antique store or garage sale

 

DHL at 9:34 Am, and xander was awake

 

Thanks for the cointest. the coin and the kid are both beautiful!

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"Song for a Fifth Child" by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

 

Found in book titled "Meditations for the Expectant Mother"

 

Babies Don't Keep

 

Mother, O 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 as 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.)

 

Oh, cleaning and scrubbing will 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. Babies don't keep.

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Babies don't Keep

 

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 Hulbert Hamilton

 

found in a baby book

 

deliverd by fed ex at 9:17 Xander was awake

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Babies don't Keep

 

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 Hulbert Hamilton

 

saw in a framed print....

 

deliverd by fed ex at 9:07 Xander was awake

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Song for a Fifth Child

 

by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

 

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.

 

seen in a cross stitch book / quilting book

 

delivered by fedex 10:30 am

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Song for a Fifth Child

 

by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

 

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.

 

Paula found it on a quilt

 

delivered by fedex 11:00 am

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Song for a Fifth Child

 

by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

 

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.

 

Paula found in a children's book

 

delivered by fedex 10:15 am, Xander was asleep

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Babies don't Keep

 

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 Hulbert Hamilton

 

found in a baby book

 

delivered by fed ex and he called very soon thereafter! I'd hazzard another guess at 10:05

 

Xander was finally asleep until the dorrbell rang and then he woke up...

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OH, I want to cry :):D:santa:

 

He is SOOOOOO cute, I haven't had ANY new pics and ya'll got to see it even before me.... :wub::)

 

Hope they start getting a chance to sit down and send more pictures, now I wish I HAD taken the coins and delivered them personally :)

 

Glad you are as touched as I had hoped you would be, love to you all, :santa:

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Song for a Fifth Child

 

by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

 

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.

 

Paula found on a children's cd

 

delivered by fedex 10:10 am, Xander was asleep

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