Months ago, Derek latched onto the song "Zacchaeus was a Wee Little Man" and has not let go.
We must sing it together before each psuedo-nap and before bed each night.
It gets a wee little old.
I had some coffee mid-morning, and I'm feeling a little hyped up. That can be the only explanation for the fact that while putting him down for his quiet time, I just turned that little ditty into a rap.
Complete with beatboxing.
No wonder he doesn't nap. That's not really a lullaby, now is it?
He just laughed at me and said, "Mom, you're silly."
I can't disagree.
The kids and I like to grooveshark together, but there really is no accounting for my taste in music.
The other day, I had just finished belting out "In Christ Alone," which is obviously a praise song. Then Eminem came on and I started lip-syncing and doing the running man.
The children almost died laughing at me.
I dance a little like Elaine Benice.
I'm like a sideshow around here.
My kids have zero chance of being "normal."
Whatever normal is, anyway.
(All I know is that Erin=not normal.)
Also, a Facebook friend posted about these the other day and I haven't been able to get them out of my mind.
Can it really be?
Jeans that feel like pajamas?
Ooh, and that reminds me. I forgot to share this link with you. Would you please just go and see the pancake art that this man is capable of.
It makes me feel very low.
I just want to make the flat, traditional kind.
I am inspired.
Oooh. Tomorrow I'm going shopping with a friend in Raleigh.
Is it wrong that on Veteran's Day, I'm leaving my military man with the kids and taking off on a shopping trip?
Well if it's wrong, I don't wanna be right.
This is one Thursday that's not going to beat me!
I'll even throw a crock pot meal together before I leave so that we can have dinner together when I return.
That is, if I make it home by dinner.
And if not, then Josh will have something to eat on his holiday.
Hey, I'm a Veteran too, you know.
Of course, my greatest sacrifice was wearing the maternity uniform.
And it was a big sacrifice.