It’s late, and I’m tired. I’ve made it through the marathon that is a long hectic day at work, and all the milestones of an evening with a 3-year-old: potty, dinner, bath, TV time (each of these involves at least a dozen separate steps to conquer, interspersed with many daredevil escapes
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*sniff*
I have a soft spot about being sung to as I am tucked in bed. I loved it so much when my mother sang to me when I was a child. I will never hear Linden Lea without thinking of her. :)
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I really do enjoy singing to my little guy. I sang to him a lot when he was an infant, and then stopped for at least 2 years. Now, though, he's asking for it, which makes me think he remembers. Oh, and the other song that I sing to him almost every night? Into the West. :)
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