It’s a neat way for everyone to be creative for an afternoon and all we are working with is icing and sprinkles. It looks like your guests have even more opportunity for innovation! Like with…fishcicles. : )

One evening when Sagan was still just a couple of weeks old, I told Ryan, “The only thing I accomplished today was make XXX milliliters of milk.” He failed to perceive me as a slacker and reminded me how important that type of productivity was. : )

Our midwife had a similiar poem by Ruth Hulbert Hamilton on display in her office. I grabbed the words from http://www.drmomma.org/2011/08/babies-dont-keep.html

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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,
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 his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby 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.

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