How it Went
Apart from the tearful moments reading the post from my husband this morning and the lineup for a new driver's license at the absolute last minute... it was a joyous birthday. The sunny afternoon, the extra coffee and the cake.. Tho' not really the cake, uh, the singing. But not really everyone. Just the littlest singer, 15 months old, softly at first and entirely thoughtful in the process.
Happy...
Happy Day...
Happy Mom..
Happy Day MOM!
MOM. Happy...
Happy..
Habby burrrr
DAY
happyday
MOM
to yew.
Indeed.
Happy...
Happy Day...
Happy Mom..
Happy Day MOM!
MOM. Happy...
Happy..
Habby burrrr
DAY
happyday
MOM
to yew.
Indeed.
Labels: birthdays
posted by mo-wo at 10:22 p.m.
6 Comments:
Baby singing is the greatest.
(Oh, and a belated Happy Birthday.)
OK, that's pretty damn sweet.
It's your birthday? Well Happy Happy day to you!!
(it really is cuter when a baby sings it, isn't it?)
Oh, sweet. I love the singing. Pumpkinpie used to sing nice tuneful songs, and now she makes up her own, which are high-pitched, breathy rambles that are more about the story she's telling than the tune. Kid needs to work on her song-writing skillz.
Oh I love babies singing (except in a chorus) Best birthday present ever.
That's so sweet.
The girls, when they were little, would all sing at once. Never in the same key and never starting at the same time.
I loved it.
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