Filkin' baby style

[beetiger]

I sing a lot around here. Pretty much everything I do with the baby, I sing about. Mostly I make up songs to well-known tunes. Alternately, I just sing silly songs that seem relevant, except I forget a lot of the words so I have to make them up.

I seem to have developed a lot of songs about being naked. I never worried about it until last weekend, when we had some lovely houseguests (hi, melskunk!), and I realized that singing "It's naked tummy time/ it's naked tummy time, 'cause everything's more fun/when you have no clothes on" was perhaps a bit odd.

But the latest one to develop is the bath song. I've been singing "Splish Splash", reasonably enough. But for some reason, I couldn't remember the fourth line, so I was singing "Splish Splash, I was takin' a bath/All upon a Saturday night!/ Rubadub, I was scrubbing in the tub...", and then for some reason, the next line kept coming out "Lookin' for an angel to fi-ight...".

In any case, I ended up finishing it, and so now I'm singing to my son at bathtime: "Lookin' for an angel to fi-ight/ So I found that angel and I kicked its butt/ It went running to the Angel Hut/ Splish Splash, I got back in the bath, it's alright!"

Does this make me a bad mom?

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[cloverr.livejournal.com]

I never had much of a voice for singing (and now my daughter tells me to shut up if I try to sing along with the radio), but Hannah and I both recall fondly when she was little and I would make up stories to tell her about "the rats that lived in her hair" to distract her when I brushed her hair and detangled snarls.