Living in a Musical

I can’t sing a lick. Let’s just put it out there. I never have, and…..probably never will.  Has that stopped me from singing? Nope, not.at.all.  I sing in the car, in the shower, to my friends, on snap chat, I sing…horribly, and I am unashamed.  My little man, bless his little heart, loves to hear me sing.  I sing him to sleep and he thinks it’s the most beautiful music he’s ever heard…or he’s bored/tired of listening to me so he falls asleep.  I’m gonna go with the first one.  Since high school, I’ve always dreamed of being in a musical someday, I always thought, yup, I should have been able to sing, I would have been great on stage. LOL.  Let me tell you about how we used to play this game called Music Video, and pretend that we were in a music video while we were driving. Any song, barney, cartoon jingles,Britney Spears. No joke.  It was so fun.

Anyway, I also like to think that I am living in a musical, and I really wish that life were more like Glee.  I wish people would break into song and dance regularly, or that music would play in the background when I’m doing profound thinking, driving in my car. Have I mentioned that Musicals are my favorite movie genre. Sound of Music, White Christmas hands down two favorites. I think this is why I love Disney movies so much. MOVING ON.

With that said let me fast forward to today.  I’ve noticed that it is becoming increasingly common for my little guy to sing…randomly…all day…like HE IS in a musical.  It’s not all bad, I will admit. Sometimes he’s hilarious. The newest thing that he does is sing a song for everything he’s doing. They say that kids pick up on what you do and mimick your words and actions. I didn’t know my husband sang! Just kidding, we all know it’s me.

There’s this song that he sings at school and these are the words:
“I’m driving in my caaaar, I’m driving in my caaaarrr, beep beep, toot toot, I’m driving in my caaaarrr.”

That is his go to melody. Now, with that in mind, he substitutes all the words for things he’s doing.

“Mommy’s driving me to schooool, driving me to schooool, beep beep, toot toot, mommy’s driving me to schooool.”

“I’m driving in grandma’s van, driving in grandma’s van, beep beep, toot toot, I’m driving in grandma’s van.”

Sometimes, the words don’t always match the melody:
“I like to each peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, I like to eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, yummy, yummy, I like peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.”

Sometimes he will just start singing.  My mom recently taught him “I’m a Little Tea Pot” and he’s so cute.  He jumbles up all the words but sings it as loud as he can.

“I’m a little tea pot short and stout, here is my spout, when I get all steamed up, pour me out.”

He could be playing by himself while I’m cleaning or cooking and he will just yell to me “MOMMY! Row, row, row your boat!….” or “MOMMY! Twinkle, twinkle, little star!…”  The best is when he is watching a TV show and he knows the song, he will stop whatever he is doing and start singing! If he hears someone else singing a song he knows, he will stop and start singing with them!  The other day we were in Walmart and he heard a little girl singing “Twinkle, Twinkle” and he yelled “Mommy! you sing that to me! Twinkle twinkle little star!!!”

There are also times when he just starts making up his own songs and melody’s

“I’m going to Lou’s house, to see my aunty Rae, Ashe, Papa, Adam, and Lou. I’m going to play with my Aunty Rae….”

It’s so cute, I can’t help but sing with him! And beware if you sing the song wrong, he will let you know “That’s not how!”

But, I guess singing is better than screaming, so sing on my little man!

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