Our Songs

We're a creative family. We just can't help it. It's something we were all born with. And something we completely enjoy. So what do we do with that creativity? We make up songs. They make us laugh. They make us calm. They help us keep our sanity. I wish you could hear us sing them for you in person...but the lyrics will just have to do. Hope you enjoy.

Nite Nite Songs (by Mommy)
For B:
Close your eyes, and go to sleep
Cause little B is tired.
Take a nap, and get some rest
We will play again in a little while.

For R:
It's time to go nite nite, little R baby
It's time to close your eyes now, little R boy.
It's time for sweet dreams, little R baby
Good night, sleep tight, little R boy.

The Doody Song (by Daddy)
(This song is sung while the kids are in diapers. So it has been sung for B in the past, but now is all about R.)
R's got a doody in his pants, and it makes him want to dance
Makes him want to scream and shout.
R's got a doody in his pants, and it makes him want to dance
Gotta get the doody out!
R's got a doody in his pants, and it makes him want to sing
Makes him want to do, just about anything
To get that doody out
To get that doody out
To get that doody out, of his pants!

Row, Row, Row (by Mommy for R)
Row, row, R cass
Eatin' from the boob.
Slurpin, smackin', slurpin', smackin'
Gettin' all his food.

Coo Coo Pants (by Daddy, assisted by Mommy for B)
Coo Coo Pants, he likes to dance
All day long he sings his song.
Coo Coo Pants, he likes to dance
All day long he sings his song.

Kikoman, he claps his hands
All day long he sings his song.
Kikoman, he claps his hands
All day long he sings his song.

Bumble Bee, he's flying free
All day long he sings his song.
Bumble Bee he's flying free
All day long he sings his song.

Booger Butt, he struts his stuff
All day long he sings his song.
Booger Butt, he struts his stuff
All day long he sings his song.

And on top of the songs we make up ourselves, we have to remember we have quite the little performer in our household. As I'm sure you have learned, our little parrot likes to be the center of attention. Which does make for entertaining song memorization. My stepdad, has taught B the following two little diddies:

Little Chicky
I have a little chicky and he wouldn't lay an egg
So I poured hot water up and down his leg.
And the little chicky cried, and the little chicky begged
And the little chicky laid a hard boiled egg.
Dum diddy dum dum, dum dum!

Pajamas
I wear my pink pajamas in the summer when it's hot
And I wear my flannel nighties in the winter when it's not.
And sometimes in the spring time, and sometimes in the fall
I hope between the sheets with nothin' on at all.

I wish with all my heart all of you could experience the singing in person. We'll have to get it on YouTube soon...