I can’t remember exactly how long it’s been since Jake started singing… recognizable songs that is. It must have been eight months ago or longer when I heard him singing to himself and the only part I could make out was “Yesth, sir, yesth, sir,” sung with great gravitas. All the words to Baa, Baa Black Sheep are now crystal clear, except the wool is earmarked “to” the master, the dame and the little boy instead of “for.”
My favorite thing is that all sheep are now “baa, baa black sheep.” Every star is a “twinkle, twinkle little star.” And many a breakfast treat has been dubbed a “muffin man.” He’s even reached that all important milestone of singing the entire ABC’s, including a confident rendition of LMNOP.
Jacob’s usual go-to tunes include Old MacDonald, Happy Birthday to Jacob, and most recently, Slippery Fish. This past week we were in the midst of our usual morning routine and Jake was singing a little tune.
“Hey Jacob. What other songs do you know?” Daddy asks.
“And if I share my secret, you’re gonna have to keep it. Hey, hey, hey heeeeeeeeeeeey!”
It’s like Christina Aguilera is right there in our very bathroom.
Apparently he corrected James’ version of this Maroon 5 song yesterday during a diaper change, “No Daddy. Take control. Take control.”
I’m going to have to add some G-rated songs to our repertoire.