Songs of his people

I never know what I'm going to hear around here. A young, imaginative mind paired with a muddled comprehension of the world yields odd results. As in:

"All mish misha ride togethaaa. All mish misha ride togethaaa!" - as of yet unintified tune and origin

"We did not remember where we had gone. Oh where, oh where can the baby be?" - to the tune of "Where oh where has my little dog gone?"

"God is watching! God is watching!" - fairly accurate rendition of "From a Distance"

"Bang all day ahh Sunday niiiight!" - from the NFL theme "Waiting all day for Sunday night"

"App along ah if you feel... App along ah if you feel!" - from Pharrell's "Happy"

For some reason, I worried I was going to have to teach my child to have an imagination and play pretend - how ridiculous. It looks like that's hard-wired in to childhood. Creativity (and sound) oozes out of Sam as soon as his feet hit the floor in the morning. Oddly, it's harder to smile about than I expected. The noise is so constant and so immediate! It seems he is never quiet. I am usually quiet, so it can be quite grating for me. Sometimes I Just. Don't. Want. To. Hear. Noise.

Thankfully, I am pretty good at yoga breathing. And he's very cute when he sleeps. These things restore my soul.