Adam has learned to sing. He writes his own material. Latest hit: “Finger Monkey Moo”. The lyrics run something like this:
FINGER MONKEY MOO! FINGER MONKEY MOO! FINGER MONKEY MOO! FINGER MONKEY MOO! FINGER MONKEY MOO! FINGER MONKEY MOO! FINGER MONKEY MOO! FINGER MONKEY MOO! FINGER MONKEY MOO! FINGER MONKEY MOO! FINGER MONKEY MOO! FINGER MONKEY MOO! FINGER MONKEY MOO! FINGER MONKEY MOO! FINGER MONKEY MOO!
until you are 80 years old.
We may have to rethink this whole xylophone-for-Christmas-present idea.
Two words. Eight letters. One domain suffix.
babycage.net
Yeah, it’s a soundproof solution we’re after here for Adam, though that could work well for the Tasmanian Devil baby.
Easy. Closet + foam.
That way he doesn’t hurt himself either.
His Christmas drum kit is on its way!
Ha ha! It’s funny, ’cause I don’t have to listen!
oopsies. sorry about the impending drum kit.
One thing I decided early on in parenting was that noisy toys are verboten. I hate, hate, hate them. Messy things, too, like Play-Doh, which invariably gets ground into the carpet, tile, and walls. Nevertheless, keep a record of those funny little songs and saying because they will always make you laugh.
Greetings from another NaBloPoMo blogger and a mom of three boys. In addition to posting daily on my own blog, I’m leaving a comment on someone else’s. “Isoglossia” is a word I truly did not know. Stop by The Zone sometime and say hi.