Since I’ve started writing here, throughout the day I’ll think of random little tidbits that I should blog about. But by the time I sit down to write, I’ve usually forgotten all the little tidbits. Maybe if I just keep typing what’s in my head I’ll remember.
The American Idol finale is on tonight. Every season I start watching when it gets down to just 4 or 5 contestents. I’m a big fan of both Carrie and Bo so I’ll be happy no matter who wins (but I like Carrie just a smidge more). I did NOT like Bo the first time saw him. What’s up with that hair? But he slowly grew on me and now I appreciate his singing talent despite that awful hair.
Speaking of singing, this is one of the tidbits I wanted to share. I composed a great song entitled “Big Yellow Backhoe Bang, Bang, Bang.” It’s to the tune of “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and goes a little something like this:
Big yellow backhoe in the yard.
Big yellow backhoe working hard.
Pick up the rocks, beep beep beep.
Drop them in the dump truck, bang bang bang.
Big yellow backhoe in the yard.
Beep beep beep. Bang bang bang.
Why on earth would I compose such a song? It’s all at the request of a very cute two year old. We have a bedtime ritual that includes singing lots of songs. It used to be Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, or ABC’s, or the I Love You song from Barney. But a few weeks ago he started wanting made up songs like the “Big Yellow Tractor Song” or the “Broken Racecar Song”. But I think my favorite is the “Big Yellow Backhoe”.
Who can resist such a sweet face? Certainly not me. And when I’m singing my fifteenth round of “Yellow Tractor”, I try and remember that he won’t be little forever. He won’t always want me to spend 15 minutes tucking him in. Someday, when I make up silly songs, he’ll just roll his eyes. He’ll stop asking me to come in his room and instead will ask me to leave. He’ll stop saying “Hold you, Mommy” when he needs me to pick him up.
Don’t grow up, Connor. Stay little just awhile longer.