the menagerie on the bus

he found a christmas box under the seat this
morning. it was a prop the whole drive in.

this morning on the way to school, john was singing "the wheels on the bus." he's gotten quite good at it, singing about the wheels, the steering wheel, the wipers, the horn, even the baby on the bus.

eventually he sort of ran out of things to sing about.

"what else on the bus, mama?" he asked.

"how about ... a doggie?" i suggested.

"they have a DOGGIE on the bus???" he asked incredulously.

"well, maybe!" i said, so he sang about the doggie on the bus going bark bark bark all through the town.

"what else is on the bus, john?" i asked when he'd finished.

"maybe ... a kitty cat!" he said, and sang about the kitty on the bus going meow meow meow all through the town.

"and what else, baby?" i asked.

"um ... maybe ... a dragon!" he said gleefully.

"what does the dragon on the bus do, john?" i asked, curious if he would roar or what.

and he proceeded to sing, in a sweet little voice, "the dragon on the bus goes chomp chomp chomp all through the town."

so apparently my son has a dragon on the bus eating all the school children ...

Comments

i'm furberizing my baby

ok, let's get this straight right off the bat: i don't know if i am literally following dr. furber's methods of sleep training. there are so many versions out there. but saying we're furberizing john is WAY more fun than saying that i'm letting him cry his little lungs out in an attempt to teach him to sleep on his own. it's night two of our efforts. he went right to sleep last night, which was great. and he slept for 5.25 hours (!!!!) before waking up at 2:30 a.m. when he woke up crying, i let him cry for 5 minutes before going in to soothe him. (the soothing barely works at all, by the way, but it's what i'm supposed to do ...) then i let him cry for 10 more minutes before going in to soothe him again. next on the agenda was a 15 minute stretch of crying - but he fell asleep after 8 minutes. so a sum total of 22 minutes of crying. not too bad for night two. i've heard night three can be the worst ... so we'll hold on to our hats tonight. mean

on lullabies

i am not a singer. if you've sat behind me in church, you know this to be true. (and i'm sorry.) a musician, yes. a singer no. and yet i find myself singing to john almost nonstop. and the beauty is, he seems to actually like it! (there's no accounting for taste. he also thinks i'm the most beautiful woman in the world. i'm no ogre, but i'm certainly not winning any beauty contests outside of my son's brain!) and actually, i've written some lullabies for john that are pretty nice. and it made me think: did your parents sing to you? do you remember what they sang, and better yet, if you have kids, do you sing the same songs to them? reply in the comments!

home

annapolis rock 1988 thirty years ago, my family moved from denton, tx, to a tiny rural town in the mountains of maryland. i remember being sad as we sold our things (we were packing everything into two old cars to drive north) and actually crying over the sale of our washing machine. transition does strange things to kids' emotions. yet i remember arriving, excited, into this strange green mountainous place, and i remember even more anticipation as we found a home ("the old taylor place") and got ready for school to start at smithsburg elementary. third grade -- the same grade john starts this school year. i remember meeting my first friend on a dusty dirt road - the "alley" that ran behind the high school tennis courts and athletic fields from our home just at the town's outskirts to her home just outside downtown. (if you've never known a small town downtown, that's probably hard to envision). it was an amazing place to be a child. 199

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