If I sang one song today, I sang one hundred. I am not exaggerating. I wish I was. Juliette is on this new kick of not going back to sleep after her 6'something a.m. feeding. Ugh. I was spoiled with her 8:00 - 9:30 am wake ups. Now it's 6:15, 6:28, 6:45 and she pulls off of me and looks up with wide eyes, ready to go. I beg her (yes, I actually try to reason with her and bribe her) to just lay there or to watch "her show" for awhile so momma can just close her eyes for twooooooo more minutes. ("Her show," by the way, is usually whatever comes on after I press buttons on the remote without fully opening both of my eyes. On good days, she gets channel 123). No dice today.
For the past two days, we've been up "rocking and rolling" in the wee hours. But she's still not 100% recuperated from her little sickness. So this morning, she whined while I brushed my teeth. She cried while I showered. I "got dressed" in gray sweats, a pink tee, a grey hoodie and a pinch clip (some days I pass a mirror hours later and wonder why I even bothered to shower and dry my hair) and she cried. She whined before her bath. She cried after her bath. She moaned while she half-ate her breakfast and cried when it was gone. The only thing - ONLY THING - that made her happy was my singing. (Go figure. I've made a mental note to get her ears checked).
So I sang our typical playlist: "I saw a little birdie...," "The wheels on the bus...," "You are my sunshine...," All of them. I then ran out. So the ABCs it was. They were a big hit. I sang the alphabet so many times before her first diaper change, my head hurt. Why do I do it? Well, she has started "singing" along with me. She does a constant little noise as I sing and when I tell you it's the most adorable, heavenly noise I have ever heard...it is. I am a sucker. When I stop, she stops. And so I begin again.
By noon, I was singing about whatever we were doing. ("Tiny little sockies, tiny little sockies, put them on your piggies, put them on your piggies, you can't get sicky, you can't get sicky..."). I sang about whatever I was looking at. ("All the books are beautiful...beautiful, beautiful. All the books are beautiful and such a pain to dust.") I then sang about what I should have been doing. ("Momma has to work. It's work she must do. Instead I'm singing tunes, to my favorite person - you!"). Yes, sometimes I can even rhyme. By 2 pm I brought her next door to Gram-Gram because momma was officially OUT. OF. SONGS.
Oh she just loves singing. And I just love her. So I am in search of some new songs. :) Because my baby gets what my baby wants. Even her momma's terrible, terrible singing voice.
I am enjoying her so very much. But my, oh my, she is a lot of work. I wouldn't trade a moment of it but today was the first day I felt physically tired. Ok - exhausted. She took a nap at about 3:30 and I could easily have fallen asleep right there with her. It's go, go, go with her and she's not even crawling yet!
Speaking of which - part of my weekend plans are to babyproof my house. When I get down on her level and look around, it's a virtual disaster at fingertip level! That has to change. I also have a hot date planned for this weekend. Am I holding my breath? No. I don't do that anymore. I will have an open mind - that's the best I can do. But it never hurts to try. Maybe I'll sing to him and see if that wins him over as well. ;)
Night for now from one tired momma,
Momma and Juliette
XOXO
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