One little, two little, three little spoonfuls...wait, when didI start sing-talking?? Oh yeah, that must have begun when I became a mom (actually a bit of it started 12 years ago when my first nephew was born and I became the proudest aunt in the world).
Today I am the proud mother of 3, aunt of 15 (soon to be 16), and great-aunt of 2 and my thinking process and language skills will never be the same... my poor brother stopped being Keith a long time ago and has since turned into "Keef"... I don't know how to feed a baby without making all sorts of whirring, buzzing, clicking noises... everyone in the world now has a boo, moo, or poo added to the end of their name... my husband lost his name altogether at some point and just became Daddy... dressing children requires singing "Put your little foot" repeatedly...for some reason I feel the need to ask "Who's my baby?" 50 times a day even though I've never actually forgotten...I actually changed the words to "Rock a Bye Baby" because I thought it was too violent...and I have actually said, on more than one occassion-"Do you need to push?", "Cows don't eat people", and "I'm sorry you don't have any farts, maybe you can try later"
Please feel free to add any of yours, it will make me feel so much better!
