Sara Beth sings all sorts of songs nowadays. Typically, it will be something like "Jesus Loves Me," and we can totally understand which song she is singing. Which is useful when, in the middle of a verse, she will stop, look at me, and say "Daddy, you sing it now." Even more problematic is the times when she requests a song but cannot communicate the title. Last week, she asked me to sing the "Cherry" song. I have no clue what that is. I asked her to hum a few bars, but she just insisted that I sing the "Cherry Coke" song. Heather had no clue what it was either. The mystery persisted for a couple days, until, in a flash of insight, I realized that she wanted me to sing the song "Jimmy cracks corn" and that she just had never heard the name Jimmy before. The next day, when she asked me to sing the "Crack Song," I knew what she was talking about.
In case you have not been keeping up with the posts, Sara Beth likes to try everything that Heather and I do. So when she saw me eating a drumstick, she wanted nothing to do with the nice bite-sized pieces of chicken on her plate. I gave her one of my drum sticks and she brought it to her mouth only to have the meat fall off the bone and into her lap. Determined to eat holding onto the bone, Sara Beth began eating her mashed potatoes using it as a makeshift spoon.
Heather's birthday is tomorrow and Sara Beth is enjoying every minute of the preparations. She loves to help her mom open presents.
And while helping me bake a birthday cake, she shared some of the batter.
1 comment:
Awww so cute!
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