Thursday, September 19, 2013

My Son, the Lyricist

As much as humanly possible, I try to avoid listening to music around my kids. I just don't want them hearing the trash that's out there ( it's for my ears only!)  Occasionally, one or both manage to hear snippets of a song or two and then starts repeating ad nauseum,  until  another song in gets in their headhead. One time we heard my older son on the toilet belting out , "Ra ra raaaa, roma ra ma ma, Ga Ga ooh la la..." You get the gist ( Lady Gaga is quite catchy).

Eventually, he got older and began making up his own lyrics, according to what he heard.  For instance, he would sing, "I love you like a love song baby, and the baby goes pee pee pee pee pee."  Or another, "This girl is on fire! Then she got burned, she was playing with fire! It's not a good idea!"  He's so creative, it makes me laugh. He definitely got his father's genes of messing with song lyrics, that's for sure.

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

The Sights and Sounds of Motherhood

When you become a mother, you eventually begin to develop a sixth sense when it comes to your children. You begin to recognize certain sounds and know exactly what your kids are doing (or certain smells for that matter).  Then when you tell the kids to stop doing such and such, they're amazed at how you know about the havoc they have been wreaking. No sound means utter destruction in most cases. Like right now, the loud thudding coming from the upstairs bedroom is the boys playing one of their favorite games, Let's Throw Our Hardback Books at Each Other. This game usually ends in my younger son crying, we'll see how it plays out...