I was raised in a family that liked music. We all took piano lessons and all sang in choirs. Some of us are better than others (my sister, Goddess #1 being the most proficient of any of us). My mom loved the radio and almost constantly, music was on. Because I was the youngest, I listened to what my older siblings listened to. I listened to a lot of Barry Manilow, Manhattan Transfer, Billy Joel, John Denver, Sting, The Police, and a lot of songs that I don't know who sang them. (And for some reason, unlike most of my friends, Neil Diamond never made the "hit list" in our family.) Music was the constant back drop of my life. I was woken up daily by the BYU fight song--Rise and Shout the Cougars are out. Songs were made up to help me in various ways, the most notable being the one written my sisters and brother in trying to get me to stop sucking my thumb. "Oh we never ever ever suck our thumb. Or someone will pinch you in the bum. And your teeth will stick out so far so far that you'll never be pretty like your brother, your brother your brother. Your B-R-O-T-H-E-R. Brother. YEA!
So, it is no surprise that I have brought music into my marriage and family. A song seems to always be coming from me. Because the weather has gotten cool enough to turn off the air conditioning and open the windows, I have become a little self-conscience about my singing and noticed how often I break out into song. It appears as if I do it constantly.
Here is just a sampling of what I sang today:
1. To wake my kids up, what else, "The Cougar Fight Song."
2. While weeding, "Come to My Garden" from the musical "The Secret Garden"
3. While playing croquet, and my husband had just become "poison" and I broke out into the 50's classic, "Poison Ivy."
4. I have made up various songs for toothsome #4. Her favorite being, "What's your name? What's your name? Everybody loves you, what's your name?" That alone has probably been sung 50 times today.
5. While folding laundry, a medley of 40's songs I learned when I sang with the BYU Woman's Chorus.
6. Various Primary songs as the mood hit me.
Anyone else constantly breaking out into song or I am the freak mom who seems to constantly borderline embarrass her kids?
8 comments:
Fred and I constantly make up little songs using the kids' names or about what they are doing. Or say about how stinky their diaper is. But, none of them are as good as the ones you guys make up.
My favorite thing to do is use some Tom Jones songs and change the words to fit--like "Hey there Lilly Girl, whoa--oa-oa-oa." It's a sickness.
One time I told Fred my life was like a soundtrack, to which he replied, "Yeah--A BAD ONE."
At least you are a real singer. :)
Oh, that's me, too. And then I get the "would you please stop singing, Mom?" all the time.
My dad made up a good morning song for us as kids it goes.. Good morning to you.. good morning to you... we're all in our places with egg on our faces .. good morning to you!
And, we got ready for church to inspirational songs from WW1 and WW2 like Johnny Get Your Gun and The White Cliffs of Dover. It worked too. :)
I don't sing very much around the house, but little c and I love to drive around in the car blasting THe Beatles singing as loud as we can! :)
I wish I were more like that-I have to remind myself to make music apart of our day-and it doesn't always happen.
My mom was great at making up songs so I just use hers. Our favorite is "I don't waaaaaanna go to bed the monkey said, Well you gotta go to bed said Fred!" You really gotta slide the wanna! Thanks for the memory!
I don't have any kids yet and I still sing songs throughout the day. My love for harmony shows from the fact that Jess and I will sing "Gee," hymns, and hot tunes over and over again until we've had our fill. I also like to wash dishes to tunes.
My mom used to sing like that sometimes and I loved it. Especially corny stuff like, "If I'd a known you were coming I'da baked a cake." Now DH is more likely to sing than I am. I usually reserve it for vacuuming or for my babies who are not yet verbal enough to tell me to stop.
we're all in our places with egg on our faces .. good morning to you!
your dad did not make that up.
sorry
I learned that in school in the 70's
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