As the year ends, I’m feeling quite nostalgic. This has really been a banner year for the Dixon family. I was already in the reminiscing mood and then Facebook went and created those “a look back” slide show and it got me thinking, this year has really been dedicated to my family. Specifically, my immediate family.

I found out I was pregnant in late January, and was subsequently sick until I had AJD in September, so this year has basically been focused, one way or another, on that tiny baby growing inside of me. Ian was the perfect daddy-in-waiting and took care of my every need. Poor guy was a rock star. I wasn’t terribly needy (as Ian smirks), but I was just sick all of the time and he was trying to the best of his ability to help me feel better. Endless back rubs and feet rubs every night along with food runs for the one thing that happened to sound good that day, kept him busy. Although it was not a fun time, per se, it was great for our relationship. Nothing makes a marriage stronger like a challenge. Character isn’t what you do when life is easy, it’s how you react when life gets hard. It’s a mantra I like to live by. It’s totally paraphrasing a famous quote, but you get the general gist. Basically, Ian didn’t NEED to be a super hero for me while I was sick, but he did because he loved me. I needed him and he was there, by my side, being the rock in my life. Amazing. I got to witness selfless love and it was so humbling.

Once this little guy arrived, our lives became completely driven by him and his schedule. Not that they had to, but we wanted to. I get to stay home with him, so I enjoy all of our routines and rituals. It’s fun for me. Granted, when he stops taking his 3 hour nap and just wants to sleep in your arms all day, my mind wanders to the dirty dishes I need to do, or the Christmas presents I need to wrap, but then another quote pops into my head:

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.

Mom had that poem up when we were children and I never quite understood it until now. It’s actually a small snippet of the poem “Babies Don’t Keep” by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton. It’s actually quite the lovely poem. I’ll put the entire one below if you want to read it. I LOVE it.

I feel as if I have grown so much this year- as a person, a wife, a mother and a friend. I am constantly humbled by the love and kindness shown to me and my son by the friends and family in our life. I may not say it enough, but each of you truly are a HUGE blessing to me and I don’t take our friendships for granted.

Life is short. This year seems to have flown by, and I must say that I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be, doing exactly what I should be doing. Being a mom is the greatest experience in the world (even on the insane days) and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Ian has been amazing and is constantly looking for ways to make my life better and ease the stress of being a new mom. I couldn’t ask for a better partner.

That is why I say 2014 was the year of the Dixons. Ian and I grew as a couple, and our small family grew to a threesome. It has been a lovely year, and quite frankly the best of my life. (Haha, that’s saying something considering I was throwing up for 8 months of it!) I hope that 2015 will be just as wonderful.

Speaking of which, I will put up a post about New Years Eve, and then I will see all of you in 2015! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!




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
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?
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.

Author: Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

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