Bedtime sing along

So when Gramma was here recently, she left a lovely book of nursery rhymes.  Turns out the majority of the tales in the book involve mice tails being cut off, people being thrown down stairs, noses being pecked off by four and twenty blackbirds, children being whipped soundly, etc.  Not exactly soothing bedtime stories.  BUT.  The book does have one of my favorite rhymes/songs.

Tonight was the first time he sang along with me and he even willingly did it for the camera.  Yay!

Another fun story:
This morning Jayden, Jasmine and I were walking.  About 2/3 of the way through the walk Jayden decided he wanted to actually walk as opposed to ride in his stroller.  Of course he picks this morning to do that, since it's the morning I'm rushing to get out the door to get him to Juju's and get me to work in time for my 9:00 am clinic.  I'm pretty efficient; I can get him ready, me ready, both of us fed and the dog walked in about 1-1/2 hours.  That's really not bad.  But when Jayden walks it takes an extra 15-20 minutes.  Soooo, I agreed this morning, since we were so close to home.  Of course I spent the next ten minutes saying "okay, Jayden, we're going to walk forwards, not backwards," "I'm really sorry honey, but Mama's in a hurry and we have to keep moving," "Nope, no cars are coming right now, I promise.  I'll tell you when one is coming so you can see it then," etc.  We had finally rounded the second to last corner and he was walking in the grass with his hands in his pocket.  All of a sudden he tripped and he face-planted into the grass.  I was worried at first; since his hands were in his pockets, he had no buffer and he literally face planted in the grass.  He didn't even cry and when I realized he was fine, I just started cracking up.  He had almost fallen in slow motion; first his lower half hit the grass, then his torso and then his face hit the grass and bounced up with a spray of water droplets everywhere, as if he was in a cartoon.  He stood up and there was water dripping from everywhere - his knees, his shorts, his jacket, his arms, his face.  Literally everywhere.  No scrapes or bruises or cuts or anything, just wet.  And what was he most concerned about?  "Mama, my shoes dirrrty!"

And a p.p.s.  Auntie Ellen, the doggie that he got for Valentines Day?  He falls asleep with his arm around it every night and he told me tonight that he named it "Jasmine."  Very creative, don't you think?!?