Can't get enough

What is it with newborns. The time seems to just fly by. I just can't stop staring at her because I know this sweet baby is our last and I want to cherish every moment.  Yet, time still just keeps pushing forward and I feel I haven't held her enough and just looked at her.  

 Look at all the yummy that is Emry

The hair...{LOVE}

I could eat her up.  TIME PLEASE HOLD STILL.

I have loved this poem forever but I recently found out it was written for the 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 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.

Cobwebs and dust please go to sleep

I am holding my baby and babies don't keep

I truly understand the mother in this poem.  And I too am going to enjoy my baby.

So queit down cobwebs.  Dust go to sleep

I am holding my baby and babies don't keep.