Monday, December 3, 2007
Thank you baby bumblebee, really.
It seems like every time my son hears music in any form, be it dora's theme song, or even his own grandiose and somewhat random humming of 'five golden rings' (just that very line) he must hit me. It doesn't even matter if I am in the same room, he will find me. It's not just a single slap of anger or frustration. It usually has nothing to do with that. It's more of a compulsive need to tap out a rhythm(on my back). How do I know this? It's because when I asked him 'why are you hitting me?' he says 'mommy's a drum'. I usually just shoo him away and thank my lucky stars that I am currently the only recipient of his musical endeavors. Tonight after his tub he requested 'numbers', which is the babybumblebee counting dvd. I find it a little mundane, but bubs loves it. Basically it's a bunch of kids counting things. Counting things over and over again. They go from one to ten. Somewhere around four, bubs comes over to me (sitting at the computer of course) and hits me four times counting each 'tap' and says along with the dvd 'four, four hitting mommys'. Of course I think the dvd was four matchbox cars. I thought that was awfully creative, is there something wrong with this picture?