Alyssa Dawson

Photos by: 40 Love 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… Read More

Hazel is still the light of our life. She is oh-so-very happy -especially in the mornings.  I love spending my days with her and I seem to already need to move my phone pictures over again… I don’t think I can ever take enough pictures of her though. I always knew the time would go by really fast with little Hazel, I knew it would be a blink of an eye. But, I still sit and think about how quick it all has flown by, how my baby is already 3 months old.  This morning… Read More