It is strange the things that pop out when you suddenly are required to sing to soothe your kid. In the past week:
humming and bouncing to mickey mouse club theme
mahna mahna (thanks, bill, for introducing this one - he likes this one to be done ceaselessly for long stretches which is why i have now resorted to plopping him in front of youtube for it - ugh)
...baby one more time - yes, a la britney, complete with crib-side dance routine
punk rock girl - this came on my ipod while unpacking yesterday and brought on a singalong which made him giggle like mad
and his favorite
i'm too sexy - wes started this in miami complete with changed lyrics ("i'm too sexy for my onesie") and odd rhymes ("i'm too sexy for my stroller, so sexy like a faucet by koh.ler") and this remains the most reliable way to make him happy. for wes, at least - i am not so sexy, apparently, and do not perform it to his liking.
