Little Man & Front 242

This morning, Little Man was in the bathroom going pee (with the door open as per his usual behaviour) and I could hear him singing while I was in my room getting dressed.

I opened my door slightly and heard, "Hey poor, hey poor, hey poor, you don't have to be poor anymore. Jesus is here!"

I laughed and asked why he was singing, "Welcome to Paradise."

Little Man replied, "It's just so funny, Mom."

Spontaneously bursting into song

This has always been one of the odd things that I do. It drove DS nuts and, I daresay, it tends to drive T. nuts as well.

But I am so pleased and tickled to say that Little Man does it too. He's been doing it more often just in the past month or so and it amuses me.

Last wk I believe it was, we were in the car and T. was getting cranky re: other drivers.

Little Man pipes up from his booster seat, "Next on Treehouse. It's the Dad is Mad show, starring [T.'s full name]..."

Then he started singing, "Dad is mad. Dad is mad. He doesn't like that driver, so Dad is mad."

Well I just started guffawing... seriously, and T. got very annoyed and I couldn't even tell what other lyrics Little Man was creating for the song because I was just so damn amused!

@ 2004-07-13 09:59:00

Current mood: happy
Current music: Zoomboofom (sp?) on TV


HAPPY BIRTHDAY LITTLE MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My little man is offically 2 years old :>

He is my sunshine, my laughter, my sweet boy who I adore and, likely my heart attack waiting to happen :>



I love my baby, my precious one
I love my baby, my only son
I love my baby, my pride and joy
I love my baby, my precious boy
I love my baby, with heart and soul
I love my baby, you make me whole
I love my baby, he is so sweet
I love my baby, from head to feet (or, if he's sleepy then it's "it's time to sleep")
I love my baby, with all I am
I love my baby, my little man

Then I repeat but sing "I love my [his name]" instead of baby.

And he always smiles and sometimes giggles when I sing, "he is so sweet"

I love my son.

When I was pregnant, I would rub my belly and just sing, "I love my baby" over and over.

When he was small, though I still do it now too, I'd stroke his chest and tummy and sing, "Who's the boy I love, who's the boy I love" over and over and then I'd tickle him and say, "You're the boy I love, you're the boy I love, you're the boy I love" (or if Jay's home, it changes to we instead of I).