Health & Fitness
What can be said must be sung
Behind closed doors, this blogger's home has turned into a triple threat entertainment business for babies.
Ever find yourself alone in your house but it sounds like a circus? Then all of a sudden you stop, bust out laughing and think: Dear God, if anyone could hear me right now! I am thoroughly amused by the soundtrack of our lives post baby.
My language is no longer spoken, but sang 75 percent of the time, all in an effort to entertain my little angel and keep her from crying. It doesn't matter what I am doing, if I am in the kitchen and my baby is in the exersaucer (a mother's saving grace), every move I make is sung in full broadway bravado. Drum roll please, "...I am chopping the carrots, for your yummy pureed dinner, which you will eat in 15 minutes..." and so on.
It's pretty ridiculous. Our daughter was born in October and I am STILL singing Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer in June because it makes her smile every time. I sing the ABC's in the shower while she plays and every time I peek my head out to check on her, she knows if I have stopped. So, I take it from the top.
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When my husband and I change her diaper, we sing to her, "Rock me mama like a wagon wheel, rock me mama any way you feel...hey mama rock me"...you know the Bob Dylan tune. God forbid one of us is off tune.
Or, we just make songs up: "My name is ______, I am nice, I am sweet, you would like me if we meet....(over and over and over....)!
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Oh, and the names we end up calling our children. Here is a list of our family favorites: Sugar Pie, Pookie Bear, Snuggle Bug, Love Muffin, Babydoll, Angel Pie, Ladybug, Little Flower, Sweet Angel, Love Bug.
There are more, but I should stop somewhere. All in all, one thing is for sure...the days I feel like I have been drug through the mud, I wish I could be my baby girl for a minute. All this entertaining and love has gotta be good, right? It's funny how things change in the blink of an eye when you become a parent...I really couldn't care less how crazy I may seem by these silly, mundane things I do for mama-hood. One day, I'll look back and wish I could do it all over again. I think?
