(hey! I should use that as a blog title and do just mommy-blogging stuff there!)
I live with a songstress. She fills the house with music every day. She twirls and dances, spins and skips, and sings the whole time. She knows the words to several of the songs on one of her kids computer game CD’s, and she sings those with abandon, repeatedly. She also knows the words to the theme from Deadliest Catch, which also happens to be Wanted, Dead or Alive, by Bon Jovi.
I can’t get her to sing into the mic at my computer, and I have no way to get video from the camera to the computer either. That makes me a little sad, because I really wanted you to see how adorably cute she is when she’s doing her thing. I thought if I could at least get her recorded through my mic, I might be able to make a video with still pics or something. At 3, she knows how to put passion into her songs. No matter how many times she sings them, she never loses that enthusiasm. Ever. She can sing the same song a thousand times and is just as joyful the last time as the first. And she’s pretty good at staying in tune, too.
I also live with a smart-alec. Well, 2 of them – one a pro, and one apprentice. *rimshot* My son makes wise cracks to the TV now. Just the other night when we were watching Paranormal State he quipped, “Yeah, Paranormal State makes me para-annoyed.” He saw the commercial for the Obama Chia Pet and said, “Hey, it’s Barrack O’Hair!” Sometimes I get the “Yeah, right” response when I tell him something – although he is learning that smart-ass remarks to one’s mother are not in one’s best interests. Other times he snorts at me. Yes, he actually does that *snort* thing. I’ve even gotten the line, “But I already know all I need to know,” during homeschool. At 7. I thought we had a few more years until the ‘tude began, but no, it’s here now. Only trouble is, most of the time he’s just being funny, not rude, and I can’t help but laugh at the things he says. I know this only encourages him, but come on, Barrack O’Hair? How can you not laugh? He’s getting his flirt on already too. Last time we were at the store he told one of the stock girls that she was pretty. He already knows how well this works on mom, now it’s time to test it on the world, I suppose.
My kids are awesome and they make me look good, most of the time. I’m not afraid to take them out in public, although we did have a 3 y/o mini-meltdown the last time we went to the grocery store but Daddy cut it short with a suggestion to go hunt down cookie treasure stolen by pirates. Other than that, they’re great to have around. It amazes me sometimes, how complete they are. They are themselves, and they just seem to know who they are. They embody pure joy, and I love having them around.
I’m still working on that screaming thing they do though, but other than that, I got the cream of the crop. 😀