Don’t Let the Coach Sing to Your Baby and The Story of the Sad Boy


I try to post a #trht (That Really Happened Tuesday) on Facebook every week. Now that I have this little blog, I am going to post them here.

Our Son is 2 weeks from turning 1. Shortly after he was born, I started getting cabin fever and NEEDED to get out of the house. So my husband Chris, baby and I went for a drive. I wanted to drive and he obliged. After driving around town for about 5 minutes, our sweet little colic baby began to cry, and Chris tried to comfort him in the backseat, but no matter what he did the baby kept crying. Knowing that our son liked to hear singing, I told Chris, “Sing to him.”  To which Chris replied, “I don’t know what to sing, I don’t know any songs.”  “Make one up,” I said.

A few moments later he started rapping,

“Go, go, go, go, go, go
Go shorty, it’s your birthday
We gonna party like it’s your birthday
We gonna sip Bacardi like it’s your birthday”

It wasn’t exactly “Twinkle, Twinkle Litttle Star,” but he stopped crying courtesy of 50 Cent.


Yesterday, we chose to go on a family walk. As we were walking, we watched a grandpa and grandson playing catch in the street. The scene led us to talking about our little boy playing catch and how fun it will be to teach him.

All of the sudden I see the ball pass the boy and he turned with his head down. “Awww, Look Chris, he is sad,” I said. Chris looked at me with his classic touching eyebrows. “No Mindy, he isn’t sad, he is peeing.”



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