Monthly Archives: August 2014

Since Andrew and I had been a couple almost 9 years already when we got married, I said I wasn’t resetting that clock just because we signed some paperwork.

Well today we hit a respectable 5 years on the marriage front. We celebrated by eating things dipped in other things.

I have to get all of my snark about children’s songs and books out before Cameron is old enough to understand. I should snark on Goodnight Moon next.

Why is there a blank page that says, “Goodnight nobody?” Is that the best filler they could come up with!?

Another song we sing in the class, also to the same melody as Frère Jacques, gets sung to each baby around the circle.

Where is <name>?
Where is <name>?
There s/he is!
There s/he is!
We’re so glad to see you
We’re so glad to see you
Peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo

I keep thinking that the searching motion that goes with the first line would be a lot more convincing if we didn’t go in order. Obviously they’re right next to the last one!

One downside to parenting that I didn’t anticipate is the music that gets stuck in my head. I’m not even talking about kid’s music like you’d find on CD (yet), but I’ll find songs like the Itsy Bitsy Spider going through my head the same as if I had heard them on the radio.

Kids songs all seem to recycle the same five or so melodies. One that we learned in the class to the melody of Frère Jacques goes:

Walking, walking
Walking, walking
Hop hop hop
Running, running, running
Running, running, running
Now we stop
Now we stop

Sometimes I’ll sing that one to Cameron while we’re walking, but since I’m not going to hop and run in the stroller, I change all the words so that it goes like:

Strolling, strolling
Strolling, strolling
Stroll stroll stroll
Strolling, strolling, strolling
Strolling, strolling, strolling
Now we stroll
Now we stroll

Well last night I was getting ready for bed, flossing my teeth, and going through my head was, “Flossing, flossing…

Andrew’s out late tonight at a work something-or-other (the fun kind, not the bad kind) so C and I are on our own tonight. This makes me appreciate bedtime more, and appreciate Andrew not being in China even more.