I’m happy. I’m feeling glad.

Jane at They Call Me Jane has a Tunes for Tuesday post every Tuesday.  It’s really neat, so I suggest you check it out, though most of you may read her already.  So in honor of Jane, I’ll tell you what’s been playing in my head for days and days and days.

I’m happy.  I’m feeling glad.

I’ve got sunshine in a bag.

I’m useless, but not for long.

My future is coming on, is coming on.

Yup, Gorillaz’s “Clint Eastwoord” circa summer 2001.  (I’d imbed the video, but I’m not that tech suave.)

I think I mentioned Tornado E has learned to sing the refrain, and now he has learned there’s a music video.  A CARTOON music video.  So we have to watch it and play it over and over and over.  The kid even does the woo hoo’s in the beginning.  If I didn’t like the refrain so much, I would be bother by now.  The Husband feels like it’s mold growing on the inside of his brain, but he learned earlier that one single negative comment from Daddy will turn Tornado E’s opinion.  Luckily, The Husband doesn’t want to do that and has forced himself to enjoy the song.  Of course, The Friendly Giant (my baby brother, aka the best uncle in the world, aka the number one person in both of the boys’ eyes) loves the song, so I think Daddy’s opinion wouldn’t hold much water after The Friendly Giant plays it off his computer.

The best part of this is that Tornado S is now singing it.

I’m glad.

I’m sunshine.

I’m glad.

I’m sunshine.

Which is sing to the tune.  It’s hilarious and adorable all at the same time.  Sooooo, I’m happy.  I’m feeling glad.  I got sunshine in a bag.

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We got a band here

Evan: Old McDonald had a farm.  Ei-eio-.  And on that farm he had a cow-

Sean: Cow.

Evan: Ei-ei-o.  With a moo-moo here.  And a moo-moo there.  Here a moo.  There a moo.  Every where a moo-moo.  Ei-ei-o.

Sean: Oh.

Evan: Old McDonald had a farm. Ei-ei-o.  And on that farm he had a dog-

Sean: Da

Evan: Ei-ei-o.  With a ruff-ruff here.  And a ruff-ruff there.  Here a ruff.  There a ruff.  Every where a ruff-ruff.  Ei-ei-o

Sean: Oh.

Evan: Old McDonald had a farm.  Ei-ei-o.  And on that farm he had a Missing Blink.  Ei-ei-o.

Sean: Oh.

Evan: Mommy!  What does a Missing Blink sound like?

Me: I think he roars.

Sean: Ra!

Evan: Which a roar-roar here.  And a roar-roar there.  Here a roar.  There a roar.  Every where a roar-roar.  Ei-ei-o.

Sean: Oh!

Evan: Old McDonald had a farm.  Ei-ei-o.  And on that farm there was a . . . robot! Ei-ei-o.

Sean: Oh!

Evan: With a-  And a-.  Old McDonald had a farm.  Ei-ei-o!  And on that farm he had a B.O.B.  Ei-ei-o.

Sean: Oh!

Evan: With a Suuuuusan here.  And a Suuuuuuson there.  Oh, I think I scared myself. 

Sean: Oh.

Evan: Old McDonald had a farm.  Ei-ei-o.  And on his farm he had a city. Ei-ei-o.

Sean: Oh!

Me: What?

Evan: Old McDonald had a farm.

Me: But what did he have on his farm?

Evan: I don’t know.  Something.  What did it say?

Me: What did what say?

Evan: What did it say?!

Me: What did what say?

Evan: What. Did. It. Say? Mommy!

Me: (sigh) Old McDonald had a farm.  Ei-ei-o.  And on his farm he had a- (I point to Evan).

Evan: A city!

Sean: Ity!

Me: Oh, a city!

Evan: What does a city say?

Me: Hmmm, how about roar, rumble, honk!

Evan: With a roar-rumble-honk here.  And a roar-rumble-honk there.  Here a rumble-roar-honk.  There a rumble-roar-honk. Everywhere a rumble-roar-honk.  Ei-ei-o.

Sean: Oh!

Evan: Old McDonald had a farm.  Ei-ei-o.  And on his farm he had a silversaurus!  Ei-ei-o!

Sean: Oh!

Evan: With a roar-roar here! 

Sean: Roar!

Evan: And a roar-roar there!

Sean: Roar!

Evan:  Here a roar!  There a roar!  Everywhere a roar-roar! Ei-ei-oooooooo!

Sean: Ooooooooooooooooooh!  Yeah!  (He claps)

 

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There’s Something about Tornado S

Tornado S’s learning to sing.  He’s following Tornado E’s example.  But instead of singing words, he sings notes, in loud Ah’s.  He runs from one side of the room to the other shouting “ah!”  When he is done, he starts to clap, encouraging us to clap with him.  Just like Tornado E.

 

 

This morning Tornado S waved goodbye to his Daddy, saying his usual ‘bye with a somewhat Southern accent.  (Yeah, don’t know where he got that.)  But today he said, “ ‘bye, Dad, ‘bye” as he waved the cute little fist wave.  Shocked, I smiled at my husband pointing at Tornado S.

 

 

As we rolled into the Target parking lot, I realized it was the Christmas season as there were double the amount of cars that are usually there at that time on a weekday morning.  Never a true shopper, I began to sing, “Tis the season to be shopping, falalala lalalala.”  From the back seat, Tornado S piped out, “falalalala lalalala.” 

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Tiki Tornado E and Tiki Tornado S

Since the Disneyland trip, Tornado E has been running around the house calling himself a Tiki.  I’m sure he doesn’t know what it means.  Yesterday he put the laundry basket on his, and it fell to land mostly on his back, so that he looks like he has some sort of weird veil.  He loved it, yelling “Look, Mommy, I’m a Tiki!”  Tornado S ran after him.  Then Tornado E tried to sing the Tiki Room song, only he couldn’t remember all the words, so he asked me to sing.

“In the tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki room. 

In the tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki room,

All the birds sing, and the flowers croon,

In the tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki room.”

So now Tornado E tried to sing the song.  The tiki lines came out slow, and he always says the flowers grow.  Tornado S started to dance to his brother’s singing.  Then they began to stomp their feet as Tornado E shouted it was the angry rain gods.  After a little rain dance, Tornado E went back to singing the Tiki Room song.  Then after he has sang enough, he bowed and said “Thank you, thank you.”  If I don’t clap, he tells me I should.  Of course, Tornado S now knows with the first “Thank you” to clap.  Well, at least they’re playing together and using their imaginations.  I wonder if I should get them a Tiki.

Little Rock Star

It seems that Evan has inherited the ability to sing made-up songs.  Unfortunately that came from me, and I can’t sing to save my life, through I can pretend I can (unfortunately for my husband).  Yesterday Evan was using the tricycle handle to loudly sing into.  This was not the usual slow pace, understand all the lyrics song; this was a scream in the microphone with all your rage song.

 

He moved onto the crank handles of our living room window.  When I asked him what he was doing, he stopped, turned, and said, “Sh, Mommy.  I’m singing.  I’m trying to rock out.”

 

Hmm.  I wonder if it’s all the exposure to the alternative rock channel or Guitar Hero.  But rock away, little guy.

 

As a side note: Another day with two differnt naps days, so please forgive the quick read, if it’s too quick.  I’ll try for a longer post.  Wish me luck.