Every night before I tuck Westley in, I sing him one song. It used to be three songs, but when stories and snacks and tooth-brushing and pajama-ing, started taking longer - as in, my kid is three and wants to do everything himself - some of the singing had to go. Which is just as well, really, since I'm not much of a singer.
I tend to default to "Sesame Street" songs. They're short, simple, and make me pleasantly nostalgic for my own, Muppet-filled childhood. "Dance Myself to Sleep" is kind of an obvious choice for bedtime, and when Westley was going through his Oscar the Grouch everything phase, I'd sing "I Love Trash." But my favorite, by far, is "I Don't Want to Live on the Moon." It took me months before I could sing it without getting a little teary:
If I don't go in to Westley's room with a song in mind, I'll ask, "What song would you like to hear?" His answer is always the same: Lady Gaga's "Bad Romance." Sixteen months later, Westley is still not tired of this song. Sometimes he even joins in on the "rah-rah"s.
Every once in a while, when I ask Westley what I should sing, he says, "I don't know." Often he's too tired to make a decision, but I think sometimes he's hoping I'll suggest "Bad Romance." When Westley doesn't choose, I ask Rob for song input. And I almost always get a request for some Elton John. "Rocket Man" and "Crocodile Rock" are popular choices. But if Westley's go-to lullaby is "Bad Romance," Rob's is "Your Song":
I do sing other things occasionally, when I'm feeling inspired - Queen, Bob Dylan, and Peter, Paul and Mary, Raffi - and I'm thinking of writing up a list of songs and taping it to Westley's bookshelf to jog my foggy memory at bedtime. I'm also giving myself the project of learning a few more songs, but I don't know where to start. Probably because I can't imagine finding anything that could take the place of Lady Gaga in Westley's little monster heart.