Lazing About with Lullabies

I wrote this more than six months ago, when our baby was a few weeks old. I'm posting it now because of renewed determination to post things on this blog. Before you read what follows, please allow me to say two things: 

1) We still sing to our baby all the time. 

2) Rightly or wrongly, the TV is never on when she's around these days. There's too much for her to see and do without that old thing. Anyway, here we go:

We teach our baby how to speak while watching telly. Singing songs to her, we also throw in the odd line like 'Did somebody say '"Just Eat"?'.

Jack and Jill have been up and down the hill a hundred times or more. We have rowed so many lyrical boats that we could have organised an aural armada with which to sink the English language into a maelstromed sea. 

Confused syllables and stops with rhythm. Back to merrily dreaming. We repeat and repeat.

Time to change, so we sing our way down the hall to the bedroom. There's a chest of drawers there that was given to us by a cousin who didn't need it anymore. This chest of drawers has a recess on top. Into this recess the changing matt sits perfectly. Our baby lays on there, mostly quite happy. We change her. She needs a fresh nappy once every couple of hours at least. Sometimes her clothes need changing too.

We seem to be busy all the time, even when discussing how we're not sure what we've done with our time. Routine rules and throughout our day we are singing songs to our baby. We repeat phrases.

Meanwhile the telly is on, so we might as well sing along to jingles too. She'll learn to say that she's lovin(g) it. Perhaps soon she'll be keen to see the home of the Whopper for herself. Unfortunately, there's no franchise in Guernsey but, after all, we do plan to show her the world. Then there's her own story to be written both for and by herself. She will, I'm sure, make the impossible possible.

These are our lullabies. Mixed in with Hickory Dickory Dock and Three Blind Mice we chatter and make things up as we go. Alongside adverts, we sing ditties of differing provenance, jumbling old-fangled and new-fashioned. She must pick up slogans as much as anything else.