Mattie didn't nap this afternoon, but by this evening, he was so tired that he went into the bedroom and asked to get into his crib, and wanted to go night-nights instead of eating dinner. We didn't want him to go to bed hungry, so we put him in his highchair anyhow, but he didn't want anything. But then he wanted to be on the bed, or on the floor with the blanket ("banky"), so he got a very quick bath and then finally an early bedtime. Poor little guy!
The past few days his night-night songs have not been quite as relaxing (for him) as before, because he wants to repeat the words. His current nighttime songs are the alphabet song, the extended edition of rock-a-bye baby*, and "He's got the whole world in his hand" with verses for family members. (Mike started that one.) It's so cute to hear him say "rock a baby!" and then during the Whole World he'll say the family names: "Cousin Daniel!" "Baby [LastName of his cousin-to-be]!" "No-dah! [Nora]" "Isaac!" "Paw-el [Paul]!" and so on. He's saying three and four word sentences these days, although they're mostly still a bit telegraphic ("Brother owie, on the foot" = brother has an owie on his foot). Very cool!
* So, after the whole NICU experience, I've been a bit, shall we say, high-strung about the possibility of anything bad happening to the babies. It's too disturbing to have a song end with a baby falling out of a tree, so I have added a new verse that begins, "But we will catch him, he will be fine..." (Mike, on the other hand, has no such worries and will instead often change the words of the kids' songs to make them MORE gruesome!)
2 comments:
It's a dad trait to make things more gruesome, particularly for little boys. How do you think those puppy dog tails got in there, much less the snails?
Oh, and as the Asylum Street Spankers say in their kids' album, you know what everything else is made out of?
Boogers.
That also goes over really well.
Melanie was too kind to me -- I routinely make things gruesome AND crude. I like realism and the circle of life -- often, in my renditions of stories, one animal devours another.
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