Angels and Devils

Before you even start reading, I’m giving fair warning that this is another gushy episode of the antics of the Jakester. I promise to entertain you with something different soon but I just have to record this one...I just have too, alright?


Lately, Jake is all about emoting, in both affectionate and downright 'precocious boy' ways.


My hubby bought a songbook a couple days ago of children’s songs to try out on our piano. Now, I took piano lessons growing up but I have no clue how to play any longer. Even the recital pieces I had to memorize have vacated my mind leaving me with absolutely no ability. Shawn and I met in high school choir, so his thought was that one of us could at least plunk out the tunes for Jake. Sure enough, he was able to sound out “Farmer in the Dell” fairly easily. As these things go in a busy family, the piano sits open with the music sitting there forgotten for the moment.


With the piano open, Jake has been playing ‘music’ for us the last two nights. I need to record the songs he sings. They will remind me of why I am a mom when he’s 17 and thinks I’m completely out of touch.


“Mommy, I’m going to sing a pretty song for you.” Random plunking on the piano keys ensues. (Though, I’m rather impressed that it’s not the usual mind numbing pounding Jake favors.


♫ “I love my mommy and my mommy loves meeeee. I love to hug her... and I love to kiss her. I love my mommy. That’s my song…..love……yeap, that’s my song.” ♫


OMG, isn’t that just enough to melt an overworked mom’s heart? Kids can be so incredibly cute, loving, touching, you name it, sometimes.


The next song came while he was looking at the picture on the “Farmer in the Dell” sheet music.


♫ “I love the farmers…and I love the cows….and the chickens….yeah….and I love the farmers….oooo” ♫


In my mind, this second piece wasn’t quite as inspired as the first but then it could just be my bias for the subject matter, lol.


To be fair, I need to show the other side of my little angel’s personality this week as well.


He’s almost 4, so potty humor is a riot right now. As there are many successful comedians out there that specialize in this shtick, I don’t suppose this is going to change any time soon.


He’ll sit in my lap, giggling, and say, “I farted on you Mom….ahhhh ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!!!! Did you feeeeel it?” At first, I was tickled by the whole new event farting had become. I laughed. Oh, BIG mistake! As my girlfriend Sally says, “If it’s funny once, it’s funny 40 times.” She's right. This joke has gone on and on and on… he’s like the energizer bunny. I’m over it. He was so polite to say, “Excuse me” before the comedy kicked in. Now, after a few months of it being funny… “Haaaa, I farted!!!!” I’m trying to re-introduce some manners. The cuteness seriously wears off in the middle of the grocery store, when at full voice he says, “I’m gonna fart on you Mom!!!” followed by maniacal, devil child laughter.


Oh, the price I’m paying for thinking the little man was cute!