Saturday, January 14, 2012
So tonight, as every night, I was singing my son to sleep. Except it was more like trying to hold a conversation while wrestling with a crocodile, not happening. This kid is noisy! And he just wouldn't settle down, so since he wasn't paying attention I started singing what I like. I kid you not, he put his head on my shoulder and didn't move again until I put him into his crib by "You taste like whiskey when you kiss me, oh". I was surprised, because I expected the faster tempo to rouse him more. Who'd have thunk?
Posted by Chelsey McCarthy at 10:28 PM