who pokes his momma in her eyes, while all the time still laughing.
This, this is Kaden James
whom grandmas play and daddies sing
Haste, haste to wake and play
with the babe, the son of Kristi....
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The above tune has been running through my head all day since this is the SECOND day in a row the boys have waken me up. BoySSSSS because JimDad places K.James the younger next to me, which ensures lots of the aforementioned poking and laughing. It's hard to be upset, though, when the baby giggles erupt. There are worse ways of waking up- like, say, if one's older brothers were to use your own super soaker on you on Christmas morning.
In any case, I never thought we lived the musical theater life, but Jim and I seem to sing to the babe. A lot. Regular songs, silly songs, made up songs, made up lyrics to existing songs... so much so that one day I remarked that we may need to, ahem, tone down the festivities. I can just see our boy ruin his first sleepover by either spontaneously vocalizing his host mom's every move OR crying because they didn't hum his brushing-my-teeth song. Jimdad laughed - and said the boy would be strong enough to deal with it.
In case you think I might be exaggerating... sing or hum a few bars of "davy... davy crocket, king of the wild frontier." Got it? Okay, here's our native floridian version:
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Born in a suburb off the Caloosahatchee,
Prettiest place you ever did see.
Raised strong and kind like a boy should be
Wrestled him a gator by the time he was three.
Kaden, Kaden James: King of the Everglades!
Prettiest place you ever did see.
Raised strong and kind like a boy should be
Wrestled him a gator by the time he was three.
Kaden, Kaden James: King of the Everglades!
