Is it weird that I have always wanted to live in a hobbit home? I want to live in a house built into the side of a hill. Don't ask. I just want there to be a door and a few windows jutting out of a green expanse.
As I walked to class across the mall today there was some weird blues-y band playing. I wasn't paying attention but it sounded like childrens' songs. Something about inside/outside, maybe there was some counting? I felt like I was watching Nick Jr. I was thinking about nursery rhymes from my childhood. My mother bought this album that was a benefit for pediatric AIDS called "For Our Children." It was all these really famous artists (Bob Dylan, Ziggy Marley, Carole King, etc) who had retooled nursery rhymes into rock n roll songs. We listened to it all the time.
The one song I never understood was "Mairzy Dotes." It wasn't until I was much older that I realized the words were actually "Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy." I spent a good portion of my childhood wonder what a little lamzydivey was. Why I wasn't concerned about Mairzy Dotes or Dozey Dotes is a mystery. It was way confusing.
Kristina--Don't sing your son this song. It will only cause stress.
List of my favorite lullabies (in no particular order). These are the songs my mother sang to me.
James Taylor--Sweet Baby James
The Beatles--Golden Slumbers/Her Majesty/The End (Basically the B Side of Abbey Road)
The House at Pooh Corner, but I don't know who sang it.
James Taylor--You Can Close Your Eyes
That song from Girl Scouts, "Day is done, gone the sun..."
I can't remember any more. Those were the standards. Dad never sang them right...
My mom used my teddy bear and did little hand motions and dance moves with him. I loved it. I also loved my glowworm
Kristina--Get a glowworm!!
Oh and a Teddy Ruxpin. I LOVED Teddy Ruxpin.
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