Monday, July 27, 2009

And The Hits Keep Comin'

Tonight was night number three of the new sleep experiment: we lay down with Donovan in our bed, just like always, but we take him to his crib while he's still awake. I don't want to jinx it but, so far, no tears and no tantrums. Such a relief!

That being said, putting the kid to bed doesn't necessarily mean he goes to sleep. I laid down with him at about 8pm, put him in his crib at about 8:45pm and, from then until about 11pm we could hear him on the monitor. Singing. Singing for over 2 hours. I almost expected to go up and find an old style reel to reel tape deck in the crib playing a loop and a knotted ladder made out of his crib bumper hanging out the window, Great Escape style.

Singing for 2 hours wouldn't be quite so much of a tour de force if the kid knew more than one song. Actually, I take that back: he knows 3 songs, they just all happen to be the same tune. 42 years old before I realized the Alphabet Song, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and Baa Baa Black Sheep were all the same melody. Oh Wolfgang Amadeus, it's all your fault!


Amy Grant, Stella Dot, & Lemmy said...

So, he IS talking! Hooray!


Welllll not really. There are no lyrics to his singing beyond LaLaLa or, if he's feeling loud, BLAHBLAHBLAH.

Still, the melody is recognizable, which is something, right?...