High Ho

Rants from Mommyland recently blogged about the funniest song lyrics their kids got wrong.  They had invited other moms to share some of the delightfully twisted lyrics that their kids had come up with. Sadly, at the time, I had nothing to submit.  When James has belted out a tune, the lyrics have been totally made up, usually dealing with the ins and outs of his day, mostly a litany of offenses against his person, and almost always he sings alone. 

But over the weekend, at our friend’s dining room table, James sang his version of Farmer in the Dell.  It went a little something like this…..

“The Farmer in the Dell, the Farmer in the Dell, High Ho the Stereo the Farmer in the Dell!”

He sang it quietly, his eyes brimming with hesitant concern.  Singing to an audience was scary and he wanted nothing more than our whole-hearted approval.  He repeated this line several times because he couldn’t remember the rest and when he was done, we gave him a wild round of applause.

 

Interlude

Growing up in Eastern Washington meant that I didn’t see a whole lot of snow.  Building a snowman out of what equated to a thin coating of frozen reindeer spit, just didn’t work. Seeing a snowman of this grand stature in my very own yard had me giggling and clapping my hands with glee and I wasn’t alone.

 

 

Christmas Cheer

Of course I’m sick right before Christmas, so rather than writing, you get pictures.

 Aww!

 Ooh sparkles!

 Dog with a beehive and a purse. What more could a girl want on her tree?

 Pretty bubbles!

 Wait! What?  What is this?!  At least it looks happy.

 

Sweetness and Light

I have no clue how to start this one, the thread linking  what follows is tenuous.   I have no excuse other than I’ve been watching Wizards of Waverly Place with James and I think my IQ has dropped a few points.  OK, here it goes.

James was full of thoughts and opinions tonight.  Some were sweet, others light, but light in the way that vinegar lightens up oil in salad dressing.

The Sweetness:

Sam’s folks had agreed to babysit for us tomorrow night.  Our plans unraveled when James came down with a nasty cold that quickly turned into a sinus infection.  When I told James that we were going to have to get an emergency backup babysitter, rather than seeing Sam, he dropped his chin to his chest, and quietly wept.  Through the tears, he told me that he didn’t want a babysitter he only wanted Sam.

The Light:

A few minutes later, he perked up and told me it would be OK as long as the babysitter was nice, and wasn’t pushy….wait for it….like me.  Thankfully, in his opion, even though I’m pushy all the time, he still likes me.

Awwww, I feel so relieved.

 

Puppy

James had a huge weekend:  two sleep overs, a grandpa Pat visit, and a trip to the kid symphony.  Naturally, when Sunday evening rolled around, rather than being tired but satisfied and grateful, he was a mess.  His tummy hurt, he was feverish, and agitated.

J:  Mom!  I feel so sick, my tummy hurts.
M:  I’m sorry, going to bed is the best thing then.
J:  No!  Mom my tummy hurts!
M:  Are you gonna barf?
J:  I feel like I might, but I won’t.
M:  Ok?! You don’t have a fever, I think you are going to be OK. The best thing to do is to settle down then.
J:  bursts into tears, starts writhing in pain.  Momma, do you know what would help settle me down….sooobbbb?
M:  Going to sleep?
J:  No!  more writhing and sobbing…..
M:  What then? thinking Ibuprofen, tummy medicine….
J:  A dog.

Sigh….