Okay, I've noticed something very wacky about my mothering style. It involves an inordinate amount of singing. I'm pretty sure Jude's first words will be sung instead of spoken. We're not just talking about the classics, i.e. Twinkle, Twinkle and Itsy-Bitsy, although they are part of my repertoire. I will take any tune and turn it into a song about what I am doing or how much I love my baby. Here is an example set to the theme song for MacGruber:
He's teeny, and he's tiny
And he's got a little scoop neck
He's my scooper!
I feel like the star of my own child appropriate musical - like some sort of a slightly crazy, tone-deaf Mary Poppins.
While I know this behavior is not quite normal, it makes Jude smile and as my mother would say "there are worse things." So if you live in Sonoma County and you see a tall brunette pushing a stroller while singing, don't be alarmed, it's just Do, Re, Mi, showing Jude my love.
