"I have a tiny turtle. His name is Tiny Tim.
I put him in the bathtub to see if he could swim.
He drank up all the water. He ate up all the soap.
Now, Tiny Tim has a bubble in his throat.
Bubble, bubble, bubble. Bubble bubble bubble.
Bubble, bubble, bubble. Bubble bubble POP!"
It's awful. But super cute when they sing it!
With the holidays, I'm losing all sanity that I had remaining. It's nothing horrible, but just juggling the norm of our life in combination with work and the holidays, and I'm tired. Add the sore throat and the not feeling so great into the mix and I'm ready to bubble bubble bubble POP.
We have also had some stuff going on with my dad, which I blogged about here. And since I missed Memory Monday, here's a pic to reflect one of the bittersweet memories of a trip to San Francisco with my dad and my sister.
From left to right: Me at 17. My sister at 10 (I think). And my dad. Behind us is the Golden Gate Bridge.
One thing that I loved growing up was being able to see the nation through trips with my dad. They were very emotionally draining trips and many of them are tainted with bad memories, but the various locations are not to blame for that. I want to share that with my kids...the trips. Only, I want to rebuild good memories with them. Have wonderful vacations that they will always remember. Maybe that'll be a resolution for 2011...save money for a vacation...
2 comments:
maybe we should plan a castro/jones/haskins vacation! let the kids play and let the parents relax....that would be complete chaos yet oh so fun!
Oh.My.Goodness. THANK YOU! Jackson walks around singing parts of this allthetime and I couldn't figure out what was up. We knew it went "Bubble, bubble, bubble....pop!" so we thought we'd play along with the POP part. But when we do it, he screams, "NOT YET!" So we were lost. His daycare must spend their entire morning singing because he knows about 129 songs that we're clueless about. Oh, make that 128! Thanks, Carla!
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