When we play we often do crazy things, like stupid dances or putting random things on our heads and laughing at ourselves. I have a weird sense of humor, and she's picked it up. Just yesterday I picked her up and she said to me, "Daddy, do something silly!"
When I put her to bed, she almost always says "I want mommy to do it!" But occasionally she'll willingly let me put her to bed. Somehow my bedtime ritual with her got set in stone. I put the turtle blanket on her first—the turtle blanket Must. Go. First. Turtle. Side. Up.—and then the pink blanket and then the purple blanket—Soft. Side. Up. (She doesn't really need three blankets, and yet she SO needs three blankets.) Then I sing her "Twinkle, twinkle, little star," then "The more we get together," which is a Barney song, and then "I love you," another Barney song. Then I pretend that I'm done with all the songs, and then she protests, saying, "I want one more song!" in that whiney and yet somehow precious voice of hers. Then I say, "What song do you want?" And she says, "Ba, ba, black sheep." So I sing it, give her a big hug, a big kiss, and then put her to bed. Occasionally she asks for a different song, and when she does it's almost always a made up song like the "Emmie" song, which consists entirely of me singing Emmie over and over again to a made up tune.
Sometimes she sings along, but most often she just listens. Once when I was singing "Twinkle, twinkle, little star," she sang along in tune with me, but her version of the song went like this: "Pizza, pizza, pizza, pizza. Pizza, pizza, pizza, pizza. Pizza, pizza. Pizza, pizza." (Go ahead, sing those words to the tune of "Twinkle, twinkle, little star." You know you want to.) It took every bit of energy I had to not laugh, because if I had laughed she wouldn't have gone to bed for another 15 minutes of laughing. I have no idea where she got that one.
Then just last night she surprised me with the Beastie Boys version of "Twinkle, twinkle, little star." At the end of each line, she would join me with an emphatic last word. So I would sing, "Twinkle, twinkle, little" and she would jump in and yell, "STAR!" "How I wonder what what you—" "ARE!" I think I have an idea where she got that one.
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Jacobs Family--
It may be hard to remember Matt and Jill from All Saints and then we were all in Minnesota toether for a short time. Well, per your request for comments, I'm still very much enjoying seeing how your family grows. It is a joy to see God work in our lives. We are expecting a daughter in July. I've contemplated blogging for long distance friends and family. I'm a little overwhelmed with the time and work that much go into it--in addition, I don't have the first clue about webpages. But I just wanted to let you know that your blog and your family inspire me even though we're across the country from you in PA. Thanks! Jill
I'm glad you decided to do more story-telling on the blog. As you said in your last post, Facebook and Blogger can be for different purposes-there are definitely stories and photos I would put on my blog that I would not want to put on Facebook because so many more people would see it. It would be hard for me to give either one up, though!
Nice photo of you and Emelia!
Hi Jill! Thanks for commenting. It's great to hear from you. Congratulations! We're so excited for you both.
And hi Ingrid! Thanks for stopping by. You and Chris should come up again; it was so much fun!
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