Sing, Sing a Song

Two cute things my little ones did yesterday:

I mentioned they have not been feeling well lately; definitely not their chipper selves. HOWEVER, sometimes the clouds part and I get little glimpses of my munchkins without the influence of high fevers and upset stomachs and hurting heads that you can see in their eyes and everything else.

Isaac had just woken up from a nap and had a little cheesy bread to eat. We were painting in the living room (yes, we are crazy and added a "paint the house" project to our current chaotic bliss) when he finished eating. At first, he started screaming to be let down. So I went and got his little cousin (whose timely awakening from her afternoon nap saved my paint job) and put her in the highchair next to him to eat and keep him company. I added some dry fruit to their trays and -- VIOLA! -- bought myself a little time.

Then they both finished eating. Enter two babies screaming stage right. Enter Abby waking up from her nap, not very happy and rested and obviously experiencing a high temperature again stage left. I went and got Abby and then came out into the dining room to find my little man . . . . singing. This is not uncommon; it just hasn't been common lately. So I did what any good mom would do and chimed in. We sang "You are My Sunshine" and "Oh What a Beautiful Morning" and then finished with some good "Bu, bu, bu, bu, bu" scales. His choice. Sometimes you just have to sing along. About halfway through the first song, my little niece joined in. We had quite the choir performance going on. It was GREAT!!! Then their short little attention spans won out. Enjoy the small moments!

Then last night I went to tuck Lexy into bed while Monique did -- I don't remember what exactly. But she was -- oh yeah, feeding McKenzie. Lexy told me each step of the bedtime routine and then said that her mommy would come in next and sing her a song and kiss her on the forehead. I asked if I could sing her a song instead. She said, "Um. I guess my mommy can just kiss me on the forehead tonight." So I sang a made-up version of a song from "The Music Man" that I sing to Abby and Isaac every night when I put them to bed.

I hadn't sung even the first line when Abby, who was sitting next to me on the bed, started to whimper and moved to lay down as well. I laid her down in my arms and finished the song. She was almost asleep by the end. It's like she recognized her song and didn't understand why she couldn't go to bed as well.

And that was one of those priceless mommy moments when you feel like your kids are starting to connect to you in a million small ways that you repeat every day and hope are somehow making a difference in their lives. Yesterday for my sick babe, it was a familiar song that soothed her to sleep.

I love, love, LOVE my babies!