Category: Songs

He crawled a short distance the day before yesterday (as different from the “army crawl” or scoot) and is starting to sometimes do it briefly. He is still a mild, happy, often beaming baby who also blathers fun nonsense, growls, and coos at pretty things like lights. Recently he was having a great fun time wrestling and rolling around with a large stuffed bear animal, and he still often beams when he sees large creatures that are or could be alive.

I think it was the day before that he woke in the morning crying and calling “Ma-ma! Ma-ma!”

He laughs when I “zurbet” his naked belly, toss him up and catch him, or make silly sounds.

Recently I was chanting something to his amusement between zurbets:

Baby Mago
Baby Mago
Where you gonna go when you go, go, go?
(Poop!)

It occured to me that this works perfectly with the Winnie the Pooh song, and is also an innapropriate (and therefore desirable) pun on the bear’s name.

He was also singing (or ernestly attempting it) recently with me – I recorded both these things and I’ll post them in a bit.

To the tune of Lida Rose/Music Man

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Billy Boy, I’m back again Boy
To take the Pug out for a fie!

Billy Boy, I’m back again Boy
But all the Limeys thought I’d die!

Heave, Ho, Yar!
You can hear the cannon blow thar!

Heave, Ho, Ar!
For the wee curmudgeon, there be a bludgeon!

The day after his birth a lullaby came to me from the clear bright blue, in an invented folksy melody. At times this sounds like Home on the Range – also I used a line from it.

Oh my wee baby blue
I’d lay down for you
Just to give you the sun for a day
For without you my blue
It sometimes is true
That the skies are all cloudy and gray

So together we’ll hie
Through the sky love, and fly
To the sunny bright places we’ll see
With the Irish we’d die
For our mothers would cry
For the days to be sunny and green

Oh hoodilay-Holiday-Billy, la-Lili, da-day
Ba-hoodiba-Billy-da-day!
With the Irish we’d die
For our mothers would cry
For the days to be sunny and green