This was her response .. I didnt want to lose this ..
"Blue Skies," Willie Nelson. I hated that song for a while. When Cub was colicky (it was only an hour per evening for a couple of weeks, but dear GAWD it seemed like so much longer!) I sang it for a solid hour at a time, overandoverandover again. Everytime I stopped he shrieked.
Then we moved on to "Dream a Little Dream," Mama Cass ... miscellaneous Simon and Garfunkel ... "Moon Dance." Oh, and the Baby Blues, which are made up on the spot to a consistent beat/tune.
Well I woke up this mawnin'
Badada-dada
Mah sheets were all wet
Badada-dada
And Mama ain't seen fit to nu-URSE me yet .... I got the blues ...
Badada-dada
The ba-aby blues ...
Badada-dada
I got the blues, AH go-ot the blues, the ba-aby blues ...
Badada-dada
A variation for every situation! A constant challenge to your creative juices!
Now, of course, he says very seriously, "No, no, Mommy, please don't sing." I try to tell him he used to really dig it, but he's become a critic.
Dave ...
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