Wednesday, June 8, 2011

I'm going to tell you a secret about myself...

I CAN'T SING!  Okay, so maybe it's not a big secret.  Even when PJ was just a wee lad and I would attempt to "sing" him to sleep, he would put his hand over my mouth. ALL six of the munchkins did this. Here's the inspiration for this blog...

Monday night, we were sitting on the couch and Sierra (who LOVES the "real" Elvis) was brushing Elvis' (her stuffed horse) hair.  I started "singing" "Love me tender, love me sweet...". Sierra says, "I don't like that song." I say, "But Elvis sings that song".  Sierra says, "Yes, only better than you.  I don't like it when YOU sing it."

So much for my singing career.  Guess I won't be quitting my day job any time soon. ;o)

Here is a picture of Sierra and Elvis...
She even made his hair into a pompadour...SOMEBODY SAVE ME FROM BRYAN'S KIDS!!!!!!
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  1. Tara OJune 8, 2011 at 7:27 PM

    ROTFLOL!!!!!!

    When Tyler was a baby and I'd sing to him, no matter what he was doing...crying or screaming or ____________, he'd STOP and stare with big eyes. And calm down. I can only hope it meant he liked it. ROTF

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