The Right Honorable Marmot will be two months old tomorrow, and these are the facts:
1. It appears that he is often worried. His brow is frequently furrowed. I understand. Being number four is rough. You never know when someone's going to come along and squunch your head.
Especially when you live with this.
2. He likes singing. There's a song that used to be sung to my brother James that is just perfect for babies and lends itself very well to spontaneous verses. The chorus (as it was sung to James) is
Oh, little lazy, little lazy James,
Oh, little lazy, little lazy James.
So, when I first sang the song to the RHM, I sang it like that but with the RHM's name. Madame the Younger was INDIGNANT. Aunt! she scolded. He is NOT lazy. He just doesn't know how to do anything yet. He is just a baby. The song has since been modified, leaving out the word lazy and including the RHM's first and middle names.
This is Marmot Dad's most recent verse to the song (I might have one of the adjectives in the first line wrong):
This little boy has soft, sweet skin
Little [Marmot Babe]
That's what keeps his insides in
Little [Marmot Babe]
Proceed to chorus (which is best when belted out by enthusiastic sisters).
5 comments:
marmot dad's verse is sort of morbid, or perhaps clinical...I like it
JAMES
I like it too. Marmot Dad is good with the song improv.
Poor #4 babies. They don't get the pampering and snap-to-attention mothering that #1s and #2s do.
Yes, it's amazing that we manage to turn out so much better than the other children anyway.
he has those marmot hands.
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