I am not a good singer. Yet, somehow, there is A LOT of singing in my home. The children & I sing constantly--not beautifully, just often.
When I was on bedrest, I was in a High Risk Perinatal unit in Atlanta that had 35 beds with a waiting list. Bedrest is painfully dull and stressful, so the hospital has several programs to help the time pass. One of the programs was Music Therapy. I was resistant for the first few weeks of my stay, but when it became clear I was going to be living at the hospital for 2 months or so, I decided to start attending the weekly classes. You have to picture this: 6-8 pregnant, bedridden women being rolled into a conference room on gurneys to SING! Seriously.
Anyway, I remember very little about this therapy except for one little lullaby she taught us to sing to our babies even in utero. "Mom-my loves you. Mom-my loves you. Little baby, little baby, Mom-my loves you." I sing this song to the children often, inserting their names instead of baby.
So, tonight as we were wrapping up dinner, I stood behind K's chair waiting for the boys to finish their meals, stroking her hair singing, "Mom-my loves you. Mom-my loves you. Little K, Little K, Mom-my loves you." As I was nearing the end of the song, I watched P grab a smashed piece of clementine and throw it on the floor. He apparently felt my glare and glanced up with his big brown eyes. Before I could say a word he SANG: "P's in big trouble. P's in big trouble. P's in trouble. P's in trouble. P's in big trouble." (COMPLETELY in tune)
I mean, seriously, are we a musical or what???
I burst into laughter. I am strong, but really, the kid is hysterical!
As you well know, Davis is my crazy (sometimes sensitive) yet very loving little guy. He is often in trouble, but most of the time before I can reprimand him, he shouts "Amiles, sowwweee" and runs up to hug and kiss her. And as he is saying this he gets face to face with her saying "sowwee, sowee" until she acknowledges him(often times she is crying from whatever he did...and he is invading her personal space which makes her cry more).
ReplyDeleteHe is WILD, but it makes it hard to discipline when they are so sweet right after they do something wrong.
Love Parker's song-CLASSIC! I don't think anyone can say that kid isn't a sharp little guy!
...Marianna
Oh, Marianna, I can TOTALLY picture that scenario. Ryland does the same thing. He starts apologizing immediately hoping to escape the consequences.
ReplyDeleteWhat a clever little guy, that's too precious!
ReplyDeleteThat is when you have to grab for a napkin to hide your face before you can continue!
ReplyDeleteHow funny. I never would have made it to the napkin.
I too never make it to the napkin. Disciplining is such tough work when they are so fabulously funny! Sam's latest line is "I didn't know what I was doing!" when caught after cutting the wires on his remote control four wheeler,etc....
ReplyDeleteGood for you for singing with the kids even though you claim to not be a good singer. I cannot even pretend to sing (neither can my husband), but thankfully the boys love to do it since I try to always have music playing (with words or not) and they have picked it up on their own. I wish you would have had a recording of that one. Very quick thinking on his part!
ReplyDeleteYou just ahve to love them. We sing a lot here...like Buddy the Elf says, "The best way to spread Christmas cheer is singing loudly for all to hear!"...(year round!).
ReplyDeleteThat is hillarious! I LOVE moments like that!
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