Now, after six months, I can humbly say that we are accomplished balladeers. Turns out, we can sing about almost ANYTHING!
At first, I stuck to the classics.
I rocked Scott to sleep when he was just weeks old, singing softly as I held him. (Okay, I whispered, because I am completely tone deaf and didn't want to scar the kid for life.)
But it worked like a charm. He would curl up, look at me dreamily and doze off as I sang
Baby of Mine, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and the Wheels on the Bus. All were favorites and on constant rotation.
But now that Scott is a bit older, he wants to be entertained. And we've quickly learned that making exaggerated faces while using a sing-songy voice yields huge smiles.
I first noticed it when I was prepping him for a bath. He'd be fussy because he was tired and it was close to bedtime. But as soon as I started singing, "It's Baaath-time! Baaath-time! Oh yeah, it's Baaath-time! We're gonna splash splash splash!" he broke out into the biggest grin, kicking and squealing and laughing.
So now we do it every night.
I expanded my vast musical repertoire in the past month when Scott got sick. Jim and I have to take these saline wipes (Boogie Wipes) to his nose several times a day to gently coax the gunk out.
Scott hates it and twists and turns. Unless, of course, we sing to him while we do it. "Boogie boogie boogie. I am going to get your boogie. We're going to get the boogie. Boogie Boogie Boo. "
Okay, so I am not lyricist. But it works for my son. And its apparently catching. I was getting ready for a doctor's appointment yesterday morning and heard Jim singing in the nursery. About the contents of our son's diaper.
Baby of Mine, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and the Wheels on the Bus. All were favorites and on constant rotation.
But now that Scott is a bit older, he wants to be entertained. And we've quickly learned that making exaggerated faces while using a sing-songy voice yields huge smiles.
I first noticed it when I was prepping him for a bath. He'd be fussy because he was tired and it was close to bedtime. But as soon as I started singing, "It's Baaath-time! Baaath-time! Oh yeah, it's Baaath-time! We're gonna splash splash splash!" he broke out into the biggest grin, kicking and squealing and laughing.
So now we do it every night.
I expanded my vast musical repertoire in the past month when Scott got sick. Jim and I have to take these saline wipes (Boogie Wipes) to his nose several times a day to gently coax the gunk out.
Scott hates it and twists and turns. Unless, of course, we sing to him while we do it. "Boogie boogie boogie. I am going to get your boogie. We're going to get the boogie. Boogie Boogie Boo. "
Okay, so I am not lyricist. But it works for my son. And its apparently catching. I was getting ready for a doctor's appointment yesterday morning and heard Jim singing in the nursery. About the contents of our son's diaper.
Don't worry, I won't share details.
But suffice it to say: We can -- and will -- sing about anything. Those kids on American Idol ain't got nothing on us.
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