Doopa doopa doopa doopa doo. Doopa doopa doopa doopa doo. Doopa doopa doopa doopa doo.
My kiddo is noisy. Or so people tell me.
Zooooop Zoooooop Zooop ooooop. Zooooop Zoooooop Zooop ooooop. Zooooop Zoooooop Zooop ooooop.
Sometimes, after spending a few hours with us, someone will ask, “Is she ever quiet?” Well, no. Now that I think about it, she isn’t. She is either talking (to me, to herself, to her toys) or singing, or making fun noises.
Da Da DaDuLaDo. Da Da DaDuLaDo. Da Da DaDuLaDo.
I am so used to it, I don’t really notice it much. And it doesn’t bother me. I love to hear all her little noises.
She has been sick the last few days, so we have been having lots of UNO marathons. And she sang these nonsense songs almost the entire time of our one and a half hour UNO sessions. At one point, I started laughing as I imagined what someone else would say if they could have heard us. She started laughing, too. Music to my ears.
I wouldn’t change my personal soundtrack for anything.
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