Eating Dinner...
I have learned that I do not remember ANY nursery rhymes to sing to Rory. And when Colleen's mom was over and she was able to soothe our savage beast with a nice song, I wanted to try.
So, Rory is going to know the USA national anthem, AND the tune for the Canadian national anthem quite well. Also, she will be badly bi-lingual with such gems as Frere Jacques, Sur La Ponte, Davignon and Allouette.*
I know what they sound like, but the exact words elude me. It is like that Meatloaf line which I sort of recall is "Wrapped up like a doozy in the middle of the night"
Other than that, I am constructing songs. Is this "busting-out rhymes" considered infant-rap? This morning was an extensive song about chocolate milk and cows that tan but their chocolate milk is not as good as natural brown cows. Yesterday, the tune explored the nuances of bananas, and monkeys that fly with satchels.
Once singing, she goes into this zombie-like state of alert. She stares off into the distance, does not blink, holds her pose. Is she enraptured by my melodies, or putting herself in a safe space waiting for it to end? We will never know, really.
*I grew up on the Canadian border, that's why. I am not taking "how to be Canadian" classes
I just figured something very disturbing out.
Rory seems to be gaining a pound a week.
So, according to my calculations, she will be 416 pounds by the age of 8.
Holy crap. This could get WAY out of hand.
EDITED on Nov 9:
Colleen just enlightened me, Rory has gained 3 pounds since she was born. That's 3 pounds for 7 weeks. That seems quite a bit more manageable.
People we have thought Rory looks like:
When first born, I thought Rory looked like James Carville.
Colleen was mortified when she saw him on CNN.
Since then, as she has filled in her face to be less angular...
I saw Dick Cheney and former New York mayor, Ed Koch.
Colleen thought Charlie Brown.