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Monday, April 28, 2008
Because I Rock
The last part of Quinn's bedtime routine involves me sitting by his bed, rubbing his back, and singing a song to him. A few months ago, or maybe it's been a year, I've started asking him what song he'd like me to sing. And for the longest time he'd choose one of the many songs I know: Baa, Baa, Black Sheep, Twinkle Twinkle, This Old Man, Old McDonald, Itsy Bitsy Spider, Snuggle Puppy, Mickey Mouse Song, Super Why Song, etc. Then all of a sudden he started asking for songs that don't exist. And I would do my best to make up a song using the title I was given. Tonight he said, "Sing the song about Mommy and Daddy and Liam and Maggie and Miss. Danielle and Grandma Edie and Henry and Bethany and Grandma Chris and..." at that point I cut him off and started singing (to the tune of The Farmer in the Dell), "Mommy loves Quinn. Daddy loves Quinn. Grandma Edie loves Quinn too. Liam loves Quinn. Maggie loves Quinn. Miss. Danielle loves Quinn too. Henry loves Quinn. Bethany loves Quinn. Grandma Chris loves Quinn too. James loves Quinn. Paige loves Quinn. Grandpa Tim loves Quinn too. Ethan loves Quinn. Luke loves Quinn. Grandpa George loves Quinn too." And after I was finished singing, Quinn looks up at me, smiles, and says, "That's the best song ever! I love that song!"
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Bossy always knew mothers had to be improvisational actors.
One of my daughter's favorite improv songs is "Spread the Peanut Butter," sung to the tune of "Sing" from Sesame Street.
Do you try to set the words to modern day music?
That is such a sweet story. I think it's moments like these that make the time spent blogging worthwhile. Now, you won't ever forget that song.
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