I came back from a baby shower this afternoon, which is always a lovely affair, and becoming more rare an occurrence these days, given the general age of my friends and I. But it’s a wonderful thing – welcoming a new baby, that is. In this case: twins.
And as I return home, musing about the stage in my life that is gone… the anticipation of a huge change in the life – a shift that can never be unshifted again, but that becomes your new normal… the newness of infants… I’m glad it’s not me. Really, I’m done having babies, thanks.
But.
Tonight I came home, wanting to look into the changing face of my last infant, my baby girl who is no longer a baby, I am met with a small child, singing along to Katy Perry on the iPad at the top of her lungs…
Let’s go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
We can dance until we die
You and I, we’ll be young forever
Holy crap. What? Holy Crap! WHAAAAAAT??!
How does she know all the words? I have no idea – we don’t do Top-40 radio around here much. I certainly never listen to these tunes… all I know is I hate you, Katy Perry. And I hate you, iPad.
Oh my god.
Tonight, babies feel like a much better idea than four-and-a-half year old girls.
Please stay small for a little while longer, okay?
Or Lady Antellbum….”I’m a little drunk and I need you now”!!!!
my girls got up in there seats at my sister in laws wedding 12 years ago – in flower girl dresses- and sang for everyone a spice girls song that made the hair on my arms stand straight up. The innocence juxtaposed with the lyrics was too much. We should lock them in a tower until they are 20!
And then there was the time my then six year-old was singing along to Lady Gaga…”I wanna take a ride on your disco stick”
Yeah. Charming.
oh dude! I hear YOU! I’m trying to picture those words coming out of her mouth! NO.
Ah, I hear you. My boy is four now, and oof, sometimes… I treasure those moments where he’s still my sweet cuddly guy, because I know there are only so many more.