I spend much of my time alternately laughing my butt off or feeling really frustrated. Such are the highs and lows of being an at-home mom. As I was laying down with Mason this afternoon to begin his nap, we were singing some songs together. His newest favorite goes like this:
Here's a ball for baby, big and fat and round.
Here's the baby's hammer, see how s/he can pound!
Hear the baby's music, do-da-do-da-doooo.
Here's how the baby plays peek-a-boo!
Here's a big umbrella to keep the baby dry.
This is the way the mama rocks the baby-bye.
There are little hand movements that accompany each line of the song, and I think that is part of what Mason loves about this particular song. Anyhow, we finished singing it together and then he asked to sing it again. I said I wanted to sing a different song, so he then told me that I forgot some lyrics of the first. Then he sang the following, pretty much to the same tune as the song above.
"There's the tricky chicken who tricks the baby.
Then the mom gets mad and kicks the chicken."
That just cracked me up. A lot. So the song got more elaborate (Have I mentioned that Mason is a bit of a ham?). Next, the song involved the chicken pecking the baby and doing other mean things, but it always ended with the mom kicking the chicken. I'm not real sure why that is... I don't recall ever kicking a chicken, or doing something that would otherwise indicate that kicking a chicken would be the correct response to such a situation, but the mama was definitely kicking that tricky chicken.
I'm so grateful for the many little moments when my kids make me laugh and laugh.
New chapter. New post. New playlist.
3 years ago
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