Summertime, and the livin’ is easy
Fish are jumpin’ (in our new pond – well, not just fish yet, but there are a few beetles, and maybe some bloodsuckers from the old pond we got a lot of the stuff from)
and the cotton is high (well, not cotton exactly. But our trees are doing well.)
Your daddy’s rich (well, not rich exactly. But according to most of the world, I am fabulously wealthy, and I know it. Man, we have it good in North America.)
And your mamma’s good lookin’ (yes, she is.)
So hush little baby (Please hush – shhhhhhh……..QUIET!!! Ok, actually, she’s the best baby yet as far as ease of care. But man, what lungs! At times, my ears ring and ring, not only form the sheer volume, but also from those incredibly high pitches she hits. How are they possible? And how is it possible that I can hear them? They should be out of the human frequency range.)
Don’t you cry (Actually, I hear that crying is good for babies. It builds their lung capacity and helps them learn to communicate. As well, when we respond, they know they’re loved! So cry away lil girl. Ok, you can stop now. No, really, it’s about time to stop now. Here, put a plug in it.)
One of these mornings
You’re going to rise up singing (Often they do – it’s so neat to hear them, or hear Shenoa playing the piano in the morning)
Then you’ll spread your wings
And you’ll take to the sky
But till that morning
There’s a’nothing can harm you
With daddy and mamma standing by (Actually, that’s not quite true. We try and try to protect them, but in the end, we have to give it over to Him, because there is a nothing we can do sometimes.
Ahhh, being a parent is so blissful at times. Yesterday, we went to the park, and I played Billy Goat Gruff with Shenoa and Abriel. “Who’s that trip trapping over my bridge?” “It is I, little Billy Goat Gruff” “Well, I’m coming up to eat you!” “Oh please don’t – I don’t taste that good. Wait for my bigger brother. He is much larger and tastier than I am.” And then we take turns being big Billy Goat Gruff and knocking the troll to kingdom come. That is fun. Then we had 2 minutes left (you know, the 2 minute warning), and they are trying to get up the ladder at the same time, and Shenoa moves her head, and BONK, bangs Abriel’s head, and the wailing and crying and gnashing of teeth – oh how quickly it changes. Heavy sigh.