I used to be a fan of it, but much less now. I'm talking about what Billy calls the "choo choo train song". He's referring to the Chatanooga Choo Choo.
Here's what happened.
I have a CD of some of my favorite big band songs. Yes, it's weird. But, my grandfather had a ton of CDs that he didn't listen to (because, honestly, I don't think he could figure out the CD player) and since they were laying around I developed a fondness for big band music.
Well, I like exposing Billy to different kinds of music. We listen to classical, rock, pop and Irish music on a regular basis. I thought I'd throw big band in the mix.
So, I put on the CD and decided to start in the middle with the Chatanooga Choo Choo. He likes trains, I bet he'll like the train song. And boy did he!
He likes to "choo choo" along to the songs and do the shushing sound the train makes too. Oh yeah, and if you're not familiar with this particular diddy, it's instrumental only- no words.
Well, you would think it was Lady Gaga's latest overplayed hit. It's the most requested song in my car. As soon as it's over he's requesting it again.
I only introduced it to him on Tuesday and I have now heard that one song 14 times in 24 hours. That's a lot of choo choo.
But, we've been swamped at work and we've been swamped at home, so give me some slack.
Tuesday night we went out to dinner. It was the first time in a very long time that it was just the three of us out to dinner. We almost never go out.
We went to Chilis down the street.
Billy got to order whatever he wanted off the menu. He picked a burger with fries, which he then tried to force-feed to me. I think this is probably payback for all of the times I force-fed him mushy peas as an infant.
He was a big boy, didn't pee this time, asked to go potty, ordered his own food and refused the booster seat. He did get rowdy after a milkshake, but Daddy, what did you expect?
No, we didn't have it out because of an awesome snow. We've had snow, followed by rain to wash it away. But nothing good enough for sledding.
This sled was Grandpop's sled and he doesn't need it any more since there are no hills by his house. It's an Easy Flyer sled. A new one from my youth, not his.
Well, Billy really wanted to see what was in the attic. The attic is reached by a pull down ladder (not steps) and Billy has never seen the ladder down before. (This is because he loves to climb ladders, so we only go up there after bedtime.)
Daddy promised Billy that if he asked tomorrow to see the attic that Daddy would take him up there.
Well, tomorrow came and Billy didn't forget.
He really wants to see what's up there. I told him there are spiders up there. He hates spiders.
"Mommy, I want see spiders."
Then he says, "Mommy, I want sleep in attic." Go figure on that one.
So, Daddy took him up into the scary, dark attic.
Really, it's nothing to write home about. Plywood, insulation, boxes and junk. Well, not too much junk since we moved and haven't had time to collect much yet.
He repeated, "I want sleep attic." Daddy asked, "where would you sleep?"
He thought about it, "umm"... (my toddler said "umm") "I sleep on sled." Pretty smart.
No worries, he didn't sleep in the attic. And he was disappointed not to see any spiders...this time.
Away in the Manger (by request)
Little Drummer Boy (by request)
Winnie the Pooh
Spoonful of Sugar
These Are a Few of my Favorite Things
My Country Tis Of Thee
You Are My Sunshine
Fly Me to the Moon
Somewhere Over the Rainbow
Pan de Vida
She'll Be Comin' Round the Mountain
Billy said and I quote, "Mommy, that one my favorite song" about Somewhere Over the Rainbow.
We started Saturday morning with a birthday party. Billy got to stay up through his naptime so he could celebrate the birthday of his great great aunt. He was extremely well-behaved. He didn't run, he didn't shout, he didn't cause a scene. We had a fabulous time seeing the family and getting to celebrate a very special lady.
Then it was home for a VERY late nap.
After nap Billy watched the Ravens game with us.
Everyone had to watch the game, according to Billy. Except Lambie Pie. He wasn't allowed. Don't ask me. Ask the toddler.
Unfortunately, Billy was much too tired to stay up for the whole game. So, he missed that epic ending to the game.
Bring on Sunday.
We needed diapers. This meant an empty diaper box. Billy decided it was his boat in a sea of stuffed animals. Daddy decided to one-up him and build a boat. Allow me to introduce you to the USS Pampers Pizza Hut. Complete with his very own cardboard sword. Don't ask me. Ask Daddy.
Here's another funny pic in the kitchen from Sunday.
Billy talked Daddy into posing with him. When I asked Billy what they were doing, he replied, "we're cookie monster ballerinas!"
So for dinner Daddy made homemade tikki masala and we all sat down to the table together. Normally, Billy eats before us, so we don't all sit down as a family. As we were sitting there Daddy accidentally knocked his drink over in Billy's direction and the liquid ran into his lap.
He started screaming. I grabbed him and ran into the bathroom to strip off his clothes. He was bawling. "I didn't pee! I didn't pee!" I couldn't console him. Earlier he got in trouble for peeing his pants, and even though he didn't pee, he was sure he was in trouble again. But he wasn't.
He calmed a little and I took him into his bedroom to put on dry clothes. "I was just eating dinner," he sniffled. He repeated that over and over.
He didn't understand and when I brought him back into the kitchen he apologized to Daddy for the mess. Daddy apologized right back to him since it was Daddy's fault.
And then he ate two bowls of tikki masala and everything was better.