The Trashman Cometh

My Buzz Lightyear fan is nothing if not eclectic in his interests.  To know him is to know Toy Story first of all.  Recently he has developed a taste for trains, (Did you know that trains go TOO, TOO?) this may or may not have anything to do with the opening scene from Toy Story 3.  Check it out, you'll see what I mean.  However, I might say he has an obsession, or is that too strong a word for an almost two year old?  Well this one will talk your ear off about trash.  Yes, Trash. Interestingly enough, just about the only thing he has to say about trash is...well...trash.  He will talk to just about anyone about trash.  If you walk down the street you will be notified of every single trash can, trash bin, recycling bin, if it holds refuse, he will tell you it's trash.  He stopped our neighbor not too long ago and captivated Mace with this conversation: Trash (pointing to a trash can) oh trash, trash, trash, trash......voice lowering and rising to fit the severity of the trash situation, shaking his head about the condition of trash today... you get the drift.  If you know Mace, ask him, he'll tell you.

The other day I went to his house to pick him up and he came running out as I pulled up, SO excited!  Mmmm...What I didn't notice was the trash truck across the street had also just pulled up.  Go with the flow Gran!  So we held hands and crossed the street and got a close up and personal look at a trash can being pullied up and over, dumping it's contents into the beast.  Jiro could barely contain himself, "TRASH!!!", he yelled at the top of his lungs.  The "TrashMan" rolled his window down and I introduced Jiro and pointed out his interest in trash.  The trashman gave him some tips on what courses to take at (community) college to be sure to be prepared for the world of refuse.  By then Jiro was more comfortable and began to point out all the trash cans in the neighborhood..Trash, Trash, Trash.. at which point I reminded Jiro that the man had to go get the rest of the trash.  Mr. Trashman was a real trooper and kindly thanked Jiro for his help.  He said because of Jiro he would likely not forget anybody on the street that day. I thought that they would probably have their trash collected twice.  We stood and watched him drive on down the street and thoughtfully crossed back over to my car, waving good bye to the back of the truck.  I piled Jiro into his car seat, buckled him in and turned to get in on my side of the car, but it seemed Jiro had one more thing to say...Trash...

PS, Yes, Jiro loves to put trash in the trash bins or baskets around the house.  He gets quite offended if I do not let him dispose of his own diaper.  And last week, he decided he would "help" Gran take the big kitchen trash bag out.  I am wondering how I will hold him up so that he can pull or push the trash cans to the street effectively, I know it's coming...

A Toy Story

Buzz ~ Woody ~ Jessie ~ Hamm ~ Slinky ~ Green man

Andy ~ Bonnie ~ Spud ~ Rex ~ Al ~ Bullseye ~ Stinky Pete

Characters from Toy Story Jiro identifies by name.  I'm so proud!

Out of the Mouth of Babes or Lesson Learned

When Tara was about 13 she had a best friend named April. Tara was not a loud rambunctious child, but neither was she shy or mild. Her friend April was very shy, with blond hair and a light complexion that turned rosy at any level of embarrassment. They were a great team and even though we haven't seen April in many years, I think of her with great affection.

One day, Tara, April, April's Mom and I went to the mall to do some shopping. On the list was a slip for April's younger sister. We were in the girl's lingerie department in Pennys when Tara, who was standing near the main aisle of the store, caught my attention. She was talking louder than usual and flipping her hair and being overly dramatic in her conversation with April. I wondered what was going on until I glanced around and saw two young male clerks standing and talking in the next department over from the girls. "Silly girl", I thought, "I better teach her a lesson". So I , in my great wisdom of dealing with prepubescent girls, grabbed a beginner bra, otherwise known as a short tank top with elastic at the midriff, raised it high up where all would be sure to see and said aloud, "Tara come here and let me see if you can fit into this yet."

Here is the scary part. Both the girls turned to me, and within a heartbeat, without a hesitation, Tara turned to April and said, "Tara, your Mom is calling you." April, of course, turned beet red and fled down the corridor never to be seen in Pennys again. A long time, anyway. Me? I was almost as red. I would never had teased April like that. Who would have known I had such a traitor lurking in my nest? It was a full warning, the teen years were just starting. I had better watch my step.

Babies don't keep

Found this article about a poem I have quoted for years and so decided to save it here. I made one of these kits back when Tara was 10 months old. A few years ago, I gave it to Tara with the hopes that she will hang it when she had her first child. I am going to try to get a pic to go with this post.


These days- it is known as a Baby Shower poem. Some women embroidery it on blankets or pillow cases or put their embroidery pieces into plaques as gifts for new mothers.

What I found interesting was since no one seemed to know the author, they had wrote several verses in poems and added this either in the middle or at the end and claim it as theirs!

Now after further interesting research and the clue is all in that fact it was always embroidered into material...

I have come to the conclusion that it is for sure a verse that stands on its own in embroidery circle. ( as it is below). It was found in an unopened vintage cotton fabric embroidery kit with : Design by Lynn Davis. The kit shows a shows a lady in the rocking chair wearing a long dress rocking her baby to sleep. It is a collectible item and one very much sought after by many who collect such items.

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!!


In this poem and as the above person stated the author is known to be: Ruth Hulbert Hamilton.

Babies Don’t Keep
By Ruth Hulbert Hamilton

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,
Lullabye, rockaby, lullabye loo.
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,
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.

With all this in mind however, It all depends on the dates, the only nearest physical evidence to prove the time period would be that it was embroidered at the time women were in long dresses and that the poem came from buried treasured books. Ruth pulished other poems such as ' Dust in Nursery' which was published in 1958

Two of Three

1st day with Jee and Pickle went very well. Jiro was such a big boy. He handed me a pillow, a binky, and a blanket. He put trash away voluntarily. Even some I wasn't done with. He informed me when he needed a diaper change. He shared Woody (duplo version) with Elias. When Eli didn't want the rest of his bottle, he generously tried to finish it off, but Gran decided it was time to give him a break from all of his help. He even decided to take a long nap at the same time as his little cousin. Here am I with a two year old and a newborn and I am sewing. Jiro's Daddy got his jeans fixed on the same day he gave them to me. How together am I? Forget the dirty dishes in the sink or the chaos in my sewing area. Forget the laundry or the shambles of the garage. Forget the...oh well, just forget it.....

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.