I was talking to my friend Irene the other day about how much her baby (Jose Guadalupe! So cute!) laughs. I said "Are all babies like that?" and she said no, but it helps if you sing for them when they're in your belly, and it helps if you talk to them a lot. Then, later that night I was talking to my grandma Lola and she told me the same thing! So, that night as I waited around for Matt to get home, I thought I might as well sing for the baby. The first thing that came to mind was "Pretty Connie" (Ahh, pretty Connie, pretty Connie my cow... For Connie will give no more milk to me now.) Then I realized that although the melody is pretty I didn't want to sing to the baby about a dead cow -- maybe something more upbeat right?
So what came to my mind next? Another one of my dad's classics, "Eleven cent cotton." (Eleven cent cotton and forty cent meat, how in the world can a poor man eat? Flour up high and cotton down low, how in the world can he raise the dough? Well water low, nearly out of sight. Can't take a bath on a Saturday night! No use talkin' when a poor man's beat with his 'leven cent cotton and his forty cent meat!)
So after singing this with gusto several times I remembered all the advice to talk to the baby, but I couldn't think of anything to say... So, I figured, well, I might as well explain the song right? So I started talking about the Great Depression and food rationing and how you used to have to mix in yellow tint to the fake butter and about how people used to only take baths once a week and etc... Then I realized that was a kind of strange for my first ever "conversation" with the baby. So I just kinda stopped, mid-sentence, and went back to waiting for Matt to come home. Hopefully when the baby arrives I'll be better at this sort of thing. :-)
Picture time - Summer 2017
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