I didn't think Isaiah cared much for my singing. The old standby, "Baby Beluga," has proved ineffective. "You Are My Sunshine" gets a yawn at best. My lovey-dovey voices work great to get a smile, but the singing, not so much.
Tonight, as I got Isaac out of the tub and prepared it for Isaiah, who was squawking and barking at the lack of interaction, I started belting out some Sam and Dave. There was a coo from where he lay. I came over to him, still singing, and he grinned. He wiggled. I hit the chorus, and he squealed. I took his wiggly hands in mine and helped him keep rhythm. I gave him some Otis Redding. He grinned even bigger. Marvin Gaye. Percy Sledge. Big hits with the baby. Big. Hits.
We're going to the Kansas State Fair today. Corn dogs, steaming hot buttered ears of corn, steak sandwiches, elephant ears. . .
What happened? I think I blacked out for a second. There are also the rides, not to mention animals. The boys are beside themselves. I'm trying to keep them calm, but did I mention the elephant ears?
