Yesterday during D's Un-Happy Hour I was getting desperate to try some new tricks. He just wouldn't stop fussing. Even T was beginning to get annoyed. So during bath time T goes: "Mom let's try singing to him."
In harmony: "Old MacDonald had a farm...e-i-e-i-o..." still fussing
In harmony: "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, How I wonder what..." more tears and fussing.
Ok screw it.
Me: "Baby you're a fiiiiire-work. Come on let your colors burst...make 'em go UP UP UP...as you shoot across the sky-yyy-yyy."
The tears immediately stop and his face lights up with a giant grin.
I guess the baby likes Katy Perry. I am sure I will get crap from P about this.
