Forget Barney, we'll be rocking out to the Beatles

I'm big into the books and iPhone alerts that describe the development of the big-headed kid currently taking up residence in my belly (SJ: I refuse to talk about my uterus despite how often you bring it up!). This week, I learned that the kiddo has fully-formed ears and will be able to hear my voice. The book also said studies have shown that babies, once born, will recognize the lullabies their moms sang to them in the womb (SJ: are you happy? I said "womb." Still not talking about my uterus, though!)

The other night, I was on my way home from work and decided to sing to the baby. I started with a lullaby my mom used to sing me:

Go to sleep

Go to sleep

Go to sleep....

Uh

I couldn't remember the rest of that one so I broke into:

Jesus love me, this I know

For the Bible tells me so

Uh

Finally, I tried:

Hush little baby, don't say a word

Momma's gonna buy you a mockingbird

And if that mockingbird don't sing

Momma's gonna buy you a diamond ring

And if that diamond ring don't shine

Uh

And that, my friends, is how my kid's first lullabies came to be "The Devil Went Down to Georgia" and Billy Joel's "Piano Man."