Another Night and some more Nursery Rhymes.

Sometime in 2012, I remember writing a post titled “Nights and Nursery Rhymes” and since the time I posted about the Bloggers Meet I’ve this post dancing on my mind. I better get the post out on my blog before it breaks me up with it’s break dance moves. ☺

Coming back to Nights and Nursery Rhymes, when I posted that I was a young mother of just two daughters. Much has changed in my life since that post. The biggest change- my son! Who has come in our lives bringing in the gaiety we needed much.

Before his arrival, my nightly adventure of singing nursery rhymes ( I call it adventure ‘cause for somebody with my voice quality, it is an adventure, alright?) with my daughters duo had silently progressed to nightly reading cozy up time. Thanks to all these bedtime reading, my six year old can read unaided now.

But the Nursery rhyme chanting days have returned. I do it for my sonny boy while the daughters team wait for their daily dose of reading session.

I just realized that my boy’s pick of rhymes differs from his sisters and the length is very short compared to all the night-long singing my girls made me suffer into.

My boy just needs me to tug him in his beddings and then he turns towards my side and hugs me tight. Then he says, ”Seeping?”

That’s the cue! He actually wants me to sing, “ Are you sleeping?” He waits impatiently for me to finish the “ding…ding…dong!” Excited he kisses me on the lips and sheepishly grinning at the same time asks for “Donny Donny”.

I continue, ”Johnny Johnny, Yes Papa” and smile to his act of nodding and shaking his head to the song. But the best is the last part of this song when he goes, “Ha..ka…ka..” instead of “Ha…ha…ha..” He looks so adorable with his “Ha…Ka…ka..” so I nibble on his ears and he shoves me with a nasty,”Dumpy!”

So I start the ‘Dumpy’ song. Don’t know what it is? Never heard of it? It’s Humpty Dumpty silly. Caught You!

So I sing the "Humpty Dumpty" song. When that comes to an end, he asks, "Bag su?"

Well, his infant tongue can conjure up his own connotations. " Bag su", I assume comes from "...bags full" from the "Baa..Baa...Black Sheep."

I sing that too. He is a naughty little boy, my dear boy. He climbs on me and kisses me again and again till I threaten him that I will stop singing if he doesn't stop that. He instantly drops down to his spot on the bed.

"Moo...Moo Cow!" he orders. And I sing, "Old Mac Donald had a farm....Moo..moo..here and a moo...moo..there..."

Before I complete the song, he turns to the other side and he is snoring. Isn’t that cute?

Anyway, I continue the song and sing a final round of “Are you sleeping” just before switching on the reading lamp for my eagerly waiting daughters.

A story/ Book later, they too are in their dreams and finally I pick up my book and do my share of reading for the day.

Good night!