Songbird

You may have heard that babies like to be sung to. Or rather, they like to hear singing. I'm not sure if it matters if they're the focus of the singing. Cubby is no exception. Singing will sometimes make him quiet if he's mad.

And sometimes not, but we're focusing on the times it works here.

Luckily for me, I have an unending store of song lyrics in my head. The space that should be filled with useful information like A.'s Social Security number or my PIN for that one bank card I hardly ever use is instead taken up with all the words to the Alaska State Song, a.k.a. the Alaska Flag Song ("Eight stars of gold on a field of bluuuue, Alaska's flag may it mean to you . . .).

This is not a marketable skill. Except now I have a baby to sing to. I knew I was cataloging all that useless stuff for a reason. Songs I have serenaded him with so far include:

1) The Rose
2) The Sound of Silence
3) The aforementioned Alaska Flag Song
4) Scarborough Fair
5) Amazing Grace
6) A Life Uncommon (a Jewel song)
7) The Absence of Fear (also a Jewel song)
8) Good Mother (Terri Clark)
9) Remember When (Alan Jackson)
10) Silent Night

I'm sure you get the idea. I like to think he's impressed by my incredible voice, but I suspect I could sing the jingle from the Hamburger Helper commercial ("Ay yi yi yi, we've got two new Mexican flavors . . .") and Cubby would listen. It's nice to have an undemanding audience.