All the baby books insist it doesn’t matter if you can sing on key, babies love to hear singing. Which is fine because 1) I love to sing and 2) as the cliche goes, I can’t carry a tune in a basket. I know some people say they can’t sing and then they open their mouths and something resembling a song comes out. Not me. Imagine cats in heat in the middle of the summer in the dead of night. I almost sound that good.<\/p>\n
Anyway, I’m determined to sing to Doodlebug. But it turns out, I know the complete lyrics to exactly eleven songs, only six of which I can remember at any given time, and only three of those which are appropriate for a G rated audience. It turns out, I know between 35 and 73% of a whole lot of songs, but it’s discouraging when you get to that part where you just sort of trail off, because you don’t know what comes next. So, the songs I know that are okay to sing to Doodlebug are a mangled version of “Hush Little Baby” (my mother never knew what the lyrics were so she made up her own version, which I’m passing along), “The 59th Street Bridge Song,”<\/a> and “Cruising Down the River”<\/a> (a song from the ’40s that my father sang to me when I was little, because he didn’t know the words to any songs either). Then there are the okay songs, songs like “Satan Is My Motor”<\/a> and “The Devil Went Down to Georgia.”<\/a> And then there are the definitely-inappropriate-but-I’m-singing-them-anyway-because-I-don’t-know-what-else-to-do songs such as “F*ck and Run.”<\/a> The Tweedle Twirp and I have spent the morning singing various lines, asking, “Do you remember what comes next?” I’m guessing it’s not going to be in Doodlebug’s future to be especially musical.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" All the baby books insist it doesn’t matter if you can sing on key, babies love to hear singing. Which is fine because 1) I love to sing and 2) as the cliche goes, I can’t carry a tune in a basket. I know some people say they can’t sing and then they open their […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-804","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/804","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=804"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/804\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=804"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=804"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=804"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}