After seven and a half healthy months, Keller finally came
down with a sickness (and of course, it came right before the weekend we had
plans). He’s got an ear infection in
both ears and, we learned, small ear canals because they had to water pick him
and stick painful looking foreign instruments in his ears to get the wax out so
they could see his eardrums. This was
not a pleasant experience for mom or baby.
But despite this and the high fever he was running and the awful
sounding cough, my sweet little boy has still been his happy natured self (aside
from not wanting to be put down, but he’s sick and I find this totally
acceptable).
He has also not been sleeping as well due to his
illness. And though he’s been napping
fine, it takes him a little longer to fall asleep than normal, so I’ve been
using this amazing singing voice of mine to sing him some tunes. I have found out that I don’t know near as
many nursery rhymes as I thought I did.
And I just realized that most of them are really short, requiring me to
hurry up and come up with another one.
And I often times don’t remember the words, so I just make them up as I
go along. I sang him a song my Grandpa
Winka always used to sing to me. It goes
“Down in the valley, Valley so low.”
That’s all I got. I just made ‘em
up after that. “I hear you calling,
calling me so.” Calling me so? That’s terrible. It doesn’t even make sense.
And then I moved on to “Hush little baby don’t say a word,
Mama’s gonna buy you a mockingbird.”
Then there’s the lyric about the diamond ring. And after that my free-styling skills kicked
in and I just kept singing about things Mama’s gonna buy ya. At one point in the song I was buying him
wine with a cork…saddest part is not that I’m singing to my 7 month old about buying
him wine or the fact that saying ‘wine with a cork’ is ridiculous, but that I
was rhyming with work. Work and cork
don’t even rhyme. Fail. And just a few short lines later, while
trying to rhyme with song, Mama was buying her baby a bong. Seriously?!
This is all I could come up with?
Drug paraphernalia? Fail #2. That was when I decided it was best to end
the song…and my dreams of becoming a rap star.
(In my defense, 'song' is a hard word to rhyme with in terms of what Mama’s
gonna buy ya.)
So, this is the point where I apologize to my mother. She has always told me how she would sing me
Silent Night when I was a baby…Christmas time or not. And I made fun of her for that. But that’s what I reverted to in my moments
of desperation. Christmas songs in
March. Forget the 20 second nursery
rhymes and the inappropriateness of my made up lyrics. I know every word in the first 3 verses of Away in
a Manger.
And finally, after I’d been through all of these, a random
song popped into my head and so I just went back to that great ol’ tune. You all know it. Sing it with me. “Ooooh, you better take me home tonight. Ooooh, down beside that red fire light. Are you gonna let it all hang out. Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin’ world
go round.” And here we are
again…inappropriate.
Here are some new pics.
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| 7 months old |
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| Bath time! |
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| Love those eyes! |
