Murrow is his own menagerie. I call him my little BabyBeetleMonkeyBird, and he seems to like it, if only because he really seems to respond to the “B” sound. He’s a Beetle because when he’s on his back, he flails his arms and legs like a bug on its back. When he’s standing up (with help, of course) he reminds me of a Monkey with his big ears, and I just LOVE little monkeys. And he’s a little Bird when he flaps his little maw at me.
I also sing this to him in the tune of the William Tell Overture (you know, the Lone Ranger song). It’s just “BabyBeetleMonkeyBird” over and over and over again. Today I was singing and bouncing this to him at the checkout counter at the grocery store. Apparently poppa gets a little embarrassed by this. I can nurse Baby in public, and that doesn’t faze him. But sing a little song, and he turns a little red. Whatever, poppa.
Sung to the tune of the Java Jive. Gary disapproves of the rhyming of “pop” with “lollipop.” Baby doesn’t seem to mind.
I love Murrow, yes I do
I love the Murrow, even when he poos
Murrow and me
He’s got stinky feet
But, then again, his mamma’s feet stink, too.
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So, here’s a song I sing to the Murster. No particular tune or tempo, just whatever he’s in the mood for. I know he likes it because he usually ends up hurling afterwards. What other proof do you need?
Hey Meester Murrow
You’re my little churro
You ride your little burro
Down the thoroughfare
I won’t bore you guys with the words to the Potato Song. You’ll be sorry if you ask. And, yes, this is mama’s first posting.
Murrow seems to get the hiccups about twice a day and they can go on forever. It’s been that way since he was in the womb, so he’s used to it. However, since Kim and I will never get used to it, I made up this song that we sing to him to help him get rid of them (works suprisingly well, Kim also has a remix version that she sings with Mariah Carey).
This is the hiccup song
It goes on and on
Just like your hiccups … song.
(repeat over and over again)
Not really a theme song, but for some reason when I hear Chamillionaire’s Ridin’ I’m always imagining Murrow humming it to himself when he wets a diaper.
They see me rollin
Patrolling they tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Sung to the tune of New Age Girl, by Dead Eye Dick.
Murry Mo, he eats vegetarians
(Murry Mo, Murry Mo)
He’s my little fish baby
He swims in my aquarium
(Murry Mo, Murry Mo)