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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
"Song for a Fifth Child"
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
"Song for a Fifth Child"
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December
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- Where did she get that from?
- Crawling into our hearts, Take 2
- How quickly the years pass, Christmas Edition
- Merry Christmas
- 'Twas the Night before Christmas
- Public Service Announcement
- Meet Fred
- Mommy Brain
- Christmas Walk at Neiderman Farm
- Snow Day
- Ava's first snow!
- Baking Extravaganza Take Two!!
- Purple Striped Twins
- My first haircut
- Santa's Little Helpers
- Ta Da
- Guess that Quote!
- Happy 8 months!
- An ode to the browns
- crawling into our hearts
- Ava has something to say!
- Carter claus
- Are you sure I'm not in a pop commercial?
- Do you need a little christmas?
- Um yeah, no.
- A little sip
- Santa Saturday!
- Playing Dress up
- PT OT
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