I hope my child looks back on today, and remembers a Mum who had time to play
There will be years for cleaning and cooking, but children grow up when we are not looking
Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow, cause babies grow fast, much to our sorrow
So settle down cobwebs, dust go to sleep, I'm cuddling my baby, and babies don't keep
(Song for a Fifth Child)

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Love Thy Neighbor

I think God would have added a footnote to this one if his neighbor had created an elaborate fan system venting the smoke of an illegal substance directly into God's bedroom windows.  Or if  he lived above a man who played his TV at sonic boom decibel levels and then proceeded to have a shouting matches via cell phone. Of course we mustn't forget the resident musician previously mentioned, who frankly should be a much better sax player than he is given all his practice. 

How we always end up next to the crazies is beyond my comprehension. I always thought we were perfect neighbors; no parties, in bed early, low-key... Even June Bug was really quiet as a baby. He didn't cry much, and when he did he easily settled. He's not talking or walking....

And then I remembered the Jumperoo. Perhaps we're not so Mr. Roger-esque in our neighbor status.



2 comments:

  1. LOL, that is so cute. Yeah, I bet the people below you are writing on their blog how irritated they are by this random jumping motion of little feet and a man's voice yelling, "are you a jumper?" so funny.

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  2. That looks like a great workout! I'm going to get one too.

    xo,
    Sarah Levin

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