Mommy Susan

Mommy Susan
Mommy Susan
Mommy Susan
Mommy Susan
  

My Bio: 


     Nothing makes me grow up more than being a loving mother, so I make sure that I am surrounded by babies 24/7 so that I will never be without my beloved child. I like to do everything that makes my baby happy, healthy and full of giggles. Do babies like bedtime stories? What happens when we create our own nursery rhymes and can sing together? Mom will guide you through every second of the day as easily and comfortably as a baby. If your baby gets his diaper dirty, he will get love and a lot of care to ensure that the baby's bottom stays fresh and clean.

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  • Changing Messy Diapers

  • Nursery Songs

  • Bath Time Fun

  • Potty Traning

 
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Diaper Emergency call 1 (888) 430-2010

May 14, 2010

Bed in Summer

In Winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle light. In Summer, quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day. I have to go to bed and see The birds still hopping on the tree, Or hear the grown-up people’s feet Still going past me in the street. And does it not seem hard to you, When all the sky is clear and blue, And I should like so much to play, To have to go to bed by day? Robert Louis Stevenson Minnie
April 16, 2010

Empty Carriage

They walk down the street- faces reflecting a calmness so unfamiliar to me. Little eyes looking up at them; unknowingly relying upon their presence. We share the same planet, yet I feel upon another. To know the warmth of a soft breath upon my neck and the soundness of sleep upon my breast is no more than a mystery. Time does not cure all wounds of the heart when the soul remains unfulfilled. My eyes turn to the sky and I wonder why I am on a path that no longer fits my feet? Like a flower awaiting spring so it can burst forth with all its splendor, color and life so lies my love- dormant within the depths of my heart yearning to burst forth and be poured upon another. I push my carriage on the sidewalks of life and peer into it; hoping to see love gazing up into my eyes; unconditional, pure, beautiful and magical- only to find the carriage empty. © Ellen M. DuBois Minnie