One of the most daunting parts of parenthood is the fact that as a parent, I am responsible for teaching Norah foundational lessons about life as a human. Her formative years will be spent with Rusty and me at her side, teaching her, guiding her, letting her make mistakes, allowing her to explore her world and always making sure she has a safe place to come back to. And even though she is only 6 weeks old, we are already in the process of teaching her things, sometimes intentionally, sometimes without even realizing it.
I'm pretty sure I have already taught her an interesting lesson: That every song in creation contains the words "blah blah" and "something".
I have partial songs running around in my head, songs that I like to sing to Norah, but because these songs are partial, I have to supplement with blahblahs and somethingsomethings. How great it will be when Norah goes to preschool and insists that the words to I'm a Little Teapot are actually "I'm a little teapot, short and stout. Here is my handle here is my spout. Blah-dee-blah-dee blah-blah something blah. Tip me over and pour me out!"