In the mornings, when I'm feeding you your breakfast, we usually listen to music. We listen to music rather loudly. I like for it to feel like we're at a rock concert. An oatmeal-eating, bib-wearing, food-all-over-your-face rave of sorts. It's a wild time! We listen to everything from Johnny Cash to CCR to Jay-Z to Lady GaGa (your father approves). I dance around your high chair like a backup dancer (I'm delusional) and you laugh at me. Wait I mean with me. It's my favorite part of the day.
ESPECIALLY now that I've discovered the best song of all times. It's called "Drunken Sailor" by The Whiskey Bards. These guys:
Only they're real people. Real Irish men, joined together to pursue the bardic arts of times past! (I pulled that from their web site). They are Simon, Tonis, Cosimo, and Yonatan, and they.. are.. AWESOME.
"Drunken Sailor" is now your song, buddy. Here are the lyrics. Appropriate? No, probably not. But since when have I been an appropriate mother?