Big Girls Don’t Cry
Swee’Pea has a new favorite song. Whenever she hears Fergie’s Big Girls Don’t Cry, she smiles and rocks back and forth.
Lately, I’ve been singing the song to her when taking a bath or feeding her breakfast. I must do a pretty good rendition because not only does Swee’Pea do a little dance but TheMonk will often join me in a Fergie-esque duet.
We’ve downloaded the song on our iPod and play it whenever the mood strikes. When she hears it, she gets quiet and grooves to the music, her eyes in a faraway land.
Today, as I picked the twins up from daycare, the song happened to be on the radio as I buckled her into her seat.
“What song do you hear, Swee’Pea?” I asked.
“I hear my favorite song!” she replies. “Big Girls Don’t Cry!”
“If big girls don’t cry, Swee’Pea, then who cries?” I ask.
“Babies Cry.” she says matter-of-factly.
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Whatever happened to Frankie Valli?
Comment by Grandmother — October 9, 2007 @ 11:13 pm
hey, thanks for the clarification on my blog this morning. i wonder if he’ll even know. I’m not really sure he even reads my blog. anyway, have a super day!
Comment by amy — October 10, 2007 @ 7:31 am
We need audio!
Comment by Chag — October 10, 2007 @ 10:35 am
Hello! Thank you so much for the encouragement you left on my blog. It was so nice to hear from others who have the same issues and sentiments. I truly do appreciate it!
Comment by Jessica — October 10, 2007 @ 1:59 pm
Ane is a big Carrie Underwood fan. Her off-key rendition of “Jesus, Take the Wheel” is a hoot, and I fear that she may end up auditioning this gem someday. I plan on talking her out of it unless she learns to stay on key.
Tad, on the other hand, loves the sound of a marching band. Anything with a lot of trumpets and drums. In other words, NOISE.
Comment by Deanna — October 10, 2007 @ 4:48 pm
Download ‘Big Boys Don’t Cry’ and you’ll be set.
Comment by whit — October 10, 2007 @ 6:41 pm
Yes, babies cry. My baby cries. The problem is that she is usually just so darn cute when she does that Daddy and I laugh at her. This sometimes gets her attention and confuses her. Then she becomes bi-polar and alternates between pouting *which causes raucous laughter from the peanut gallery* and smiling. It’s a vicious cycle…and so much fun.
Poor little baby girl is gunna need therapy!
Comment by Momma Em — October 19, 2007 @ 7:12 pm
The other day I caught my son singing 50 Cent’s “I Get Money.” I need to reconsider my favorite radio station.
Comment by Keith — October 20, 2007 @ 7:58 am